Mr Garcia Novels & Stories

Mrs Garcia immediately went to them and greeted them warmly. “We just heard about what happened to Josh. We’re sorry..” her mother muttered, sympathetically “How is he? Is he safe now?” she inquired. Margaux watched their exchange of words and she thought since Mrs Garcia was already preoccupied with her parents, she must have forgotten about Hendrix. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her guts to look at the guy’s way to signal him to leave. However, before he could take the hint, DOn Geronimo called him all of a sudden.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

Garcia first heard her, his ears immediately turned a bright red "If only you hadn't hushed me, I could have avoided many of the blunders I've made in my life. You have not made a single good decision, and every action you have taken in this house has been inappropriate." "Have you got any sense of shame? It is clear that you have an insatiable desire for money, and you are clearly concerned that Chelsea will not be willing to assist you. I take it that this is the motivation behind your scheme to cause them harm." After she had finished speaking, Mrs. Garcia was given a resounding slap on the cheek. She couldn't believe what had just taken place and asked, "Did you actually hit me?" "How ca

Gregory moved to answer it, his face clouding in surprise as he spoke. “Who did you say is here?” He asked, his expression shifting to one of smug surprise as he raised his brow. After a moment, he hung up and turned to me. “Mr. Jordan McWood is here to see you.” “Jordan?” The name took a moment to register, but memories surfaced. The man who had once stood beside Moore, supporting her without question on what was supposed to be my wedding with Moore. Strange, how I never forgot anyone connected to her. The wounds she’d inflicted ran deeper than I’d admit, marking everyone she’d pulled into her orbit.

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:

They didn’t know what to expect when they came. “Mr. Giovanni has passed away. I am sorry for your loss…”

He's prepared to return to the Front Desk and question the interns once more. "Are you certain?" I made it a point to ask him, and he responded immediately with a nod and a small smile. Unlike Mr. Trace Vergara, this man is extremely attractive. He has perfectly coiffed hair, a strong and masculine body, a square-shaped face, and he is also extremely tall. Even when speaking tagalog, his british accent is incredible. I'm not sure if other people find it amusing when foreigners speak Filipino, but I thought it was endearing to hear them speak.

He wasn’t the one reliving the past. Greg sighed. “Listen, I’ll handle this. But you need to stay focused, okay? Don’t let this mess with your job.” I hesitated, my stomach twisting. “Right.” A shadow passed by my doorway. I stiffened. The air shifted. I turned my head slowly—just in time to see Mr. Garcia standing there. He wasn’t looking at me, not fully. His expression was unreadable, his eyes cold. But I knew. He’d heard something.

He seemed unable to contain his excitement, which was strange considering his usual stern and serious demeanour. “I just want to say a few things before we open this door, Marco,” Senor Ramirez said, breaking the eerie silence of the corridor as we stood in front of the mysterious door. “I know this might be all too much for you. After all, it was literally a few days ago that you saved the world. But I want you to know that the CIA have your best interests at heart. We’re just here to sign a few documents, and you’ll be back home. That’s all. And also, you will meet Malcolm Sanchez, so you can ask him any questions that I’m sure you have.”

“I’m the one who brought you here, and I’ll make sure you’re getting home in one piece.” “Thank you, that’s so nice of you—Vince!” Nice? She had remembered my name while I could not even remember her face. Nothing nice about that. Eager to make myself look at least a bit presentable, I waited until the woman had left and rushed to the bathroom to take a shower. Uncle Bruno would visit to talk about the wedding and the fate of the Garcias. Oscar Morales announcing his retirement and his plans to unite both of our families came as a shock to all the Garcias.