Mr Garcia Novels & Stories

She must have seen the incredulous look on my face, which made her chuckle. "Oh, for Pete's sake, relax! I'm just kidding. My life is so precious to me; I can't afford to lose it at this very young stage," She joked nervously. Her words held a deeper meaning. It meant that man was more dangerous than Gabriel could ever be. I shifted my gaze back to the scene. "No, please, take the dress," Mrs. Garcia pleaded. "I will pay for everything you've purchased. Please..." "Are you dumb?" Mr. Garcia barked. "Do they look like they want your money?"

"What should I ask Bea? I don't know... Never mind. My father emerged from the kitchen, with a very unfriendly and unnerved expression. He looked very disappointed, and this was not exactly his normal state. Considering that he was always a pompous and very proud guy. Right behind him was his mistress, I mean, wife. Madelaine, that was the name she made up and I pretended I didn't know her name was Rita and she had no connection to the pure blood families. "good morning girls,..." said my father with his head down

I can’t believe that I was the one speaking like this, it was truly disgusting. Instead of speaking, she turned slightly and pointed at the table that she was at before we came for our little talk. I used my eyes to follow where she was pointing and I saw that it was at a man who looked a bit Mexican. “The Mexican guy?” I asked her, squinting my eyes as I continued to stare at him. “Mm-hmm. His name is Victor Garcea. He’s a music producer from the USA. He makes a lot of money now but the truth is that he’s actually an owner of an illegal gambling operation here.”

The door slammed shut behind her, signalling that I was finally alone. I let out a huff. Today was a freaking mess. The sound of my phone ringing snapped me back to reality. “Just finished meeting with your girl.” Mark's text read. My girl. I liked the sound of that. “How did it go?” I typed back eagerly. Shaking my head, I quickly dialled his number. If we were going to have this conversation, I needed to hear every word. “Tell me everything,” I hissed into the call. He let out a low chuckle, “Well, hello to you too." i didn’t laugh, wasn’t really in the mood to share with his humor. “damn, tough crowd." He was really on a roll to piss me off.

I got breaking news from Gregory—a massive update! Garcie had collapsed in prison, and no one knows why. She’s in a coma now, lying in the ICU. What kind of drama is this? Damn it, just when we were piecing everything together, the trail goes cold! A few days ago, we discovered that Garcie wasn’t just working with Carol—there’s a big boss pulling the strings behind the scenes. Now, with her unconscious, all the evidence she could’ve provided is gone. How could this happen? Did someone try to kill her in prison? Or is she really sick?

She looked up at me and asked, “What is today’s special, Ms.Pari?” “Today is my birthday, Maam. ” I replied. “Happy Birthday! ” she said. “Thank you, Maam. ” I said and left her cabin. I went on to give everyone a piece while they wished me. Suddenly, the box was pulled from me and thrown into the dustbin. I looked up to see who had actually done that and was surprised to see Mr.Stone. We all looked at him confused. “What happ… ” I was about to say, but he cut me off and said, “Don’t you have any shame!”

~Prologue (In Lexia's Point Of View) "Cross him off the list." My assistant turns from where he was facing the board, looking at me sardonically. He's not really my assistant, in fact, he hates when I refer to him as that. But I wouldn't go as far to say that this man, Adrian, is my friend. "Why?" He questions, balancing a red permanent marker between his fingers. Rolling my eyes, I back up a few steps and sit on the edge of my desk, mindful of the papers scattered on it.

She seemed weird. Minutes of not so peaceful silent ride, madam was lost in her thoughts when Gabrio's attention dragged her back to reality. "We are here madam!" Gabrio uttered opening the door for her, she then exited herself out of the vehicle with his help looking at the huge building made up of glass in front of her, not feeling so surprised she stared at the view for sometime. Garcia's were filthy rich everyone knew but it was her first time entering their mafia headquarters, the base of their business where her husband rules, where the almighty Alejandro Garcia rules.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

one media reported At Garcia's, Mrs Garcia had just finished taking her bath and Jonathan was waiting for his father so they could leave for work when Camila rushed downstairs to inform them that Mr Carter had passed on "What? When?" Mr Garcia exclaimed.