روايات وقصص ضمن Valeria García

Valeria My feet stomped the mansion’s cold floor as I stormed out of Dante’s office, my fists clenched tight. His words kept on echoing in my mind, Valeria Vines, my vineyard, given back just to trap me in his dirty world. “How dare he!” I thought, my heart pounding with rage. He’d insulted me, called me a traitor, then handed me my home like it was a leash.

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

David and Lisa were going through Mr. Carnegie's case together when Valeria entered David's office. Lucio had tried to advise her but she just wasn't in for it. Valeria could not ignore the fact that her sister slept with him no matter how old she tried to let it go. It just kept infiltrating in her mind, the two of them entangled in bed made her feel so disgusted as she stared at him. David and Lisa were engrossed in the documents scattered on the table that they didn't realize the figure standing right before them.

she whispered, looking down. She knew her face was turning beet red. “If it isn’t the Omega who thinks she’s an Alpha,” the professor said. There were several snickers in the room. “You must be Ava Morgan, the only student ever to get a detention on the first day,” the professor continued. Looking up in shock at the tall, thin man, she said, “I was with the Dean. He said he would let me off for today.” “Did he give you a note?” the professor asked with a raised brow.

Even her freshly pressed suits were the same, a mashup of greys, blues, and blacks. Valeria clasped her hands over top her desk as Agnes herded us inside. I couldn’t help but notice the absence of rings on Valeria’s fingers. She had never found her mate, and expressed her absolute disinterest in dating or having children to my father more than once. She said this school was the only child she’d ever need. She had held onto her Hispanic accent even after living in the states for well over twenty years. It was a slice of home to her, a piece of the pack in Mexico that she had left behind.

“I want my own money, I want to earn it myself. It has nothing to do with what you can give me.” “Then why Gianna, of all people you can serve?” They fall silent. I wait for Valeria to say something bad, but in the end, she says, “Why not Gianna? She’s the best person I could hope to serve.” “That’s nonsense,” Ares hisses. I hear a slam, no doubt him slamming his fist on something. Valeria takes a deep breath before saying, “It’s far from bullshit. She’s the kindest woman I have ever met in my life despite being an Alpha Heir.”

Everything around me seemed to freeze when I heard: — Congratulations to the Siluetas modeling agency, led by CEO and owner Thiago Villarreal, to their star photographer: Lisa Miere, and their models Valeria González, Sandra Valencia, and Laura Montenegro. We invite them to the stage to receive the Fotomodel national award, — the man said with indescribable excitement.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Blood was still pouring out of his head and it got on my hands but all I could think about was calling Leo before Andrea could get back and find me. I eventually found his mobile, the screen was cracked, presumably from his fall and it only had one bar of service but I could still dial Leo's number. "It's me," I said as soon as someone picked up. "Ella?" Leo's smooth voice replied. "Gustavo Escobar," I said quickly. "He's Andrea's rival and you might be able to get more information from him." "Do you have anything else?" "I have to go," I whispered as I heard Andrea's footsteps come out the jungle. I quickly hung up, shoved the phone back in Javier's pocket and wiped my hands as best I could

I said, turning my head, looking at Grace and Rachel, "But I have never seen Grace so happy before. She was always so so introverted that everyone misjudged her for being mean to others, but the truth is she just doesn't know how to express her feelings to others," Daniel nodded his head as if he knew what I was trying to say. "Even Rachel is so happy, she is someone who always has a smile on her face, making everyone else smile. But deep down she is always so lonely, she too has a hard time expressing herself. But she hides it with a fake smile on her face, to fool others,"