Valeria García Novels & Stories

Her head whipped so fast and she looked at me like I was some kind of an alien. "You're kidding right?" She looked at me with doubt. I nervously smiled and shook my head. "I am not. I never had a boyfriend." I cleared out. "What?" Sarah looked like she couldn't process what I said. Was it a crime to not have a boyfriend or not have a Hickie? "Arabella—" before she could say another word, the professor walked in and everyone quietened down. "This is not over." She warned me playfully before concentrating on the front where the professor stood handing out sheets of our essays. —

“Just doing my job.” His hand lingers a second longer than necessary before he lets go. Clara watches us the entire night. Every time Valerio keeps me close, her expression grows tighter. During the cocktail hour, she corners me near the bar while Valerio is pulled into a conversation. “You clean up well,” she says, sipping champagne. “Almost like you belong here. Tell me, Zara…how does a single mother” emphasizing the single mother just loud enough that the woman beside us glances over with curiosity. “with no notable background end up as Valerio’s right hand in less than two weeks?”

Valeria whispered, Karan released one hand, retrieving the box from his nightstand and handed it over to her. With gentle care, Valeria cleaned and dressed Karan's wounds. He winced slightly as she applied the ointment. "Hold still," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. A few more hours crept by, and Valeria slipped back into her room, the darkness swallowing her whole. She approached the bed, finding Valtor still lost in a deep slumber, oblivious to her absence. Relief and guilt wrestled within her. She felt a pang of shame for seeking solace in Karan's arms, yet couldn't shake the feeling that she'd found a haven with him.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

VALERIA At the mention of my last name my body goes stiff. "Twenty-six. Born in San Diego. Dropped out of college in sophomore year. Worked at a diner, briefly. Got evicted twice."My jaw tightens, and I stop chewing, pretending to focus on my plate. He continues, unfazed. "You're two months behind on rent. Owe your former landlord fourteen hundred. Took a small loan from someone named Tony Morales - which, judging from his record, wasn't the brightest move. No steady income. No family. No boyfriend."

Here. He clicked again. A new image covered the screen. RIVERA MODELS INTERNATIONAL – CENTRAL SERVER, NEW YORK OFFICE. Kc's heart raced. "That was Valeria's old agency." Malcolm nodded. "And the user account?" He touched. "Owned by this individual." The screen changed. Ariadne Roque – International Runway Model. A beautiful woman glared back at them—silver dress, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, ice in her eyes. "She worked with Valeria for six years," Malcolm continued. "And this—she was a finalist for the same international perfume endorsement Valaria got." He gazed upward. "She lost it. Valeria got it."

“With what?” “Work,” I replied, and repeated my question to the agent. “What is Valeria’s last name?” “You mean the red hair you met earlier?” Sophia asked, her eyes darting from my face to the guest list. “Yes, her. Do you know her?” “Of course, I know her. She is the first blind entrepreneur to be on the Forbes 30 under 30,” she said with a grin. “I love the perfumes made by her company.” “Perfume?” I prodded, wanting to know more about Valeria. She seemed intriguing the more I knew about her.

"My dear, I'm heading there to talk about business. A detention center is a dangerous place so I'm worried for you. Since you're pregnant, you shall stay in the hospital and wait for my good news." "Hubby, Gonzalec is Lucian's man and is loyal to her. I'm afraid that you will be manipulated by Gonzalec if he knew that you were being drugged last time. It's better for me to go," Valeria said worriedly. "Don't worry. How can I handle serious business if I can't even handle a punk like Gonzalec?" William smiled and continued, "Wait for me here and I'll bring supper for you when I come back."

"And nobody, nobody at all will do anything about it.” “Oh, really Mr. Rodgruiez?” her voice taunting, “I think you must have hit your head somewhere tonight. You seem to have forgotten exactly who I am.” She teased and my smirk faltered a bit. “I am Valerie, yes, but not the one you used to know. I am Valerie Ann Maria Hernandez, granddaughter of Henry Hernandez and I run this city. Let that stick to your brains!” she spat confidently.

Every small movement against the ruined sheets sent sparks shooting through her overstimulated body. She should have locked the door. She should have cast every protective ward she knew. Instead, she picked up her phone with trembling fingers and sent another message. This time to Valeria. Valeria was different from Lena, taller, colder, a renowned rope artist and sadist who ran exclusive private sessions for the city’s most powerful women. She and Giselle had clashed many times, always with Giselle coming out on top. Valeria had never hidden her desire to one day see the arrogant witch on her knees.