Valeria García Novels & Stories

Her brown curls cascaded down her back, reaching her waist, and her lips were painted a perfect shade of red. Alessia took in Valeria's appearance and could not help herself staring, Valeria was a sensual beauty with a figure that could drive men crazy. Thanks to her Latina genes, she was well-endowed in all the right places. “Hey, mamita, we haven’t got all day. Get your ass in the bathroom, let’s scramble for whatever breakfast we can get,” Valeria ordered like a drill sergeant. “Gosh,” Alessia thought, “another loud friend.” She dragged herself into the bathroom and later emerged wrapped in a white bathrobe.

Valeria let herself breathe again, taking a glass of wine from a the waiter passing by. “You okay?” Elena asked, observing her curiously. Valeria nodded. “I’m good. This is better than I expected.” Elena introduced her to fashion investors and magazine editors. Valeria laughed politely through it all, exchanging business cards with a smile on her face. But then smile vanished when her gaze landed on him. Ares.

“ Come back here ! We will clean it later . Now , you should explain the situation . “ said Valeria . “ You really are too found of gossips . “ said Antonio a bit annoyed . “ If the gossip involves the scary billionaire called Damian Wright , who wouldn’t become interested in gossips . You who are a bookworm will never understand what I am talking about . Come on ! Tell me , everything . “ said Valeria . Antonio gulped a little then started to tell Valeria everything . The more Valeria heard , the more interested she became in the subject . “ I can’t believe it . Antonio , you truly hit a jackpot . So tell me , how was his body ? “ said Valeria waiting for some spicy information . “ He has a

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

"Here, ma'am. You'll need to change your clothes. Liam's men could be closing in on us, and we can't afford to take any chances." Valeria nodded, her fingers trembling as she accepted the bag. She retreated to a nearby restroom, her pulse pounding in her ears as she hastily changed into the spare clothes provided. ‘Goodness! My life has never been easy.’ The fabric felt foreign against her skin, a stark reminder of the life she had left behind.

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.

Valeria was in the kitchen baking a cake-the maid had quit since she heard that vampires frequented the house, and so far no one else wanted the job-and when she heard the bell, she removed her glove and apron and headed for the door. -How nice that you've come- said the person as soon as she opened the door. A few moments later Valeria was on the sofa next to her friend Katrina who came to her house after her daughter told her that she needed to go to the camp, but on the condition that her mother would stay with friends, and she agreed. -Oh, my friend, how have you been feeling?- asked Valeria as she took her friend's hands in hers and caressed them. -Lousy," she said, "I feel as if a part

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

“Just call me Ares.” “Ares, well, I've been eating the food available to me, and sleeping where it's comfortable for me.” “Do you want to talk about it?” Valeria nodded. “Well, I got to this country a few months ago, and I've been sleeping in an abandoned vehicle.” Ares’ eyes widened. “The pay from Dan’s restaurant isn't much, so I eat what I can afford.” Valeria should be in her late 20s, and she had already gone through stress, he wondered what happened before she came to Singapore.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.