Father Garcia Novels & Stories

Giorgia and I stood and quickly covered ourselves with beach robes. The three men standing with Father were obviously from the Roríguez cartel. The oldest was probably in his early sixties with a complexion darker than the other two. The younger ones were probably in their twenties or thirties, with haunting dark stares simmering unabashedly toward the two of us in our bathing suits. Father’s chin was raised as he explained. “Jorge, this is my daughter, Mia, and my wife’s niece, Giorgia.” The older man smiled and nodded. “Beautiful young ladies.” He turned to the younger men. “My sons, Aléjandro and Reinaldo.”

Kumalma muna ako bago ngumiti at sumagot sa kanya. "I'm—," "Leo Garcia, I know," ngiting sabi niya sabay kuha ng kinakain ko at kinain din ito at gamit ang kutsarang ginamit ko. "Lizzy is right, you are pretty beautiful in person. You look really innocent and interesting."

Garcia away, pointing straight at Emma: "Today I have to beat this damn daughter to death. She took advantage of the time I was in the hospital to riot and sold her self-esteem to get married. Yet she dared to hide it from us for so long, and in the end, we, her parents, even knew after the damn media.” “Please calm down. You promised me that you would come and talk to her properly.” Mrs. Garcia sighed sadly and continued to try to dissuade him. Mr. Garcia's face turned red with anger, and his breathing was difficult, causing him to repeatedly pat his chest. He was about to continue speaking, but Emma was awakened by his curses:

Garcia asked. "Emela!" Mr. Garcia exclaimed. "I just want to know alright" "Jesus, I'm shaken up as our daughter, I'm not about to stomp the Miller's estate without a proper back story, now that will make us look more stupid than we intend to look," Mrs. Garcia said.

Pride blossoms in my chest as I watch him face his nemesis. "I am not your son, Garcia. I never was. You killed the only father I have in a dirty warehouse where I was meant to be next." Tom opens his mouth as though to deny the accusation. Luis cuts him off. "Your time is over. Don't insult both of us by pleading. Keeping you and your sons alive, even this long, is more than you gave my family."

Lawyer lays out all the instructions from his boss in front of her, saying respectfully, "Madam, Mr. Garcia said he will visit the home when he is available." Lawyer glances at the news playing on TV, his scalp tingling, feigning calm as he speaks, "Mr. Garcia said you like to watch the news and create a stir. Consider this news as his return gift to you." Mrs. Garcia is infuriated, grinding her teeth, "Good, good, I really gave birth to a good son." "Just like his father, heartless and ungrateful, chasing after women. I didn't realize my son would be like this."

I must have made some noise or thought too loudly, because now Roman is squeezing my waist making me look at him, he has a questioning expression, so I point at Rebecca with my head and he gets the message, I had shown him a picture of her, and his only response was "There's nothing much to her, there's nothing for you to worry about. Even from a distance she looks very annoying, her fiancé stands beside her like a watchdog, he is tall and good looking, wearing a gray suit like her dress. Gean Garcia, the heir to the Garcia Family wine vineyards, he keeps his arm around Rebecca's shoulders but his attention is on Aunt Amalia in front of him, he chats animatedly with her, I wonder how a perso

Carotta Laczamana-Hernandez: 32 years old, Clark's former girlfriend and now Angelo's stepmother. Jestony Hernandez: 48 years old, Angelo's father, who once captured Clark's girlfriend heart. Harold Alcaide: 50 years old, Faye's father. Crystal Alcaide: 49 years old, Faye's mother. Clarence Alcaide: 78 years old, Clark's grandfather.

“Father arranged the marriage for me. As for the rumors, I think some of them are true.” Carlo reached over and grabbed my hands again. He squeezed them and gave me a soft smile. “You can tell me if you’re not safe. He’s a monster. Even my uncle fears that man. I can’t imagine how you feel living with him.” I laughed and shook my head. “He’s not that bad,” I told him. Despite Nikolas being on a cheating spree with a botched Barbie, he was nice to me. He treated me with respect for the most part.

Arthur walked slowly through the door. He wore a long dark coat and gold-framed glasses. He carried himself with the authority of a man who had spent his life at the top. He had grown old, but I would never forget his face. The whole room went silent. "Judge Veyra." Arthur looked at me and said in a grave voice, "I am Seraphina's father." He did not recognize me. Of course not. My mother and I meant nothing to him. He had cast us aside with a single word.