Novel & Cerita Valeria García

She turned, her shoulders slumped, and left, the door clicking shut. I sat back down, finishing my bourbon, my mind restless. Valeria’s fire, Elena’s jealousy—it was a mess, and I needed air to clear my head. I grabbed my jacket and walked outside, the night cool, everywhere was quiet except for the faint hum of crickets. My thoughts kept circling back to Valeria, her defiance, her rage, the way she stood up to Elena to save Eduardo. “She’s different,” I thought, my boots crunching on the gravel path. I liked her fight, even if it pissed me off. Elena was wild, but Valeria’s boldness was something else, something that made my blood run hot. I wanted her, wanted to break her resistance, to m

I started typing, my fingers flying across the screen, venting everything I had held inside all day. Leah: Valeria is a nightmare. She complained about everything. Every venue. Every detail. Nothing was good enough. Nothing was perfect. She kept bringing up Austin and how much he loves her and how he wants only the best for her. It was torture. Pure torture. I paused, took a breath, then kept typing.

I approached the cabinet where I keep the files that John handed me before. My hands were shaking as I flipped the page and scanned the details of Angela. Then, I stopped after I read something. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as the papers fell on the floor. I was blankly staring at the wall while the information I had read slowly sank into my head. "Occupation...prostitute in the entertainment club," I whispered as I weakly bend my knees on the floor in disbelief.

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.

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

Maybe that's what I deserve. ******** Rachel I entered the inside not thinking much about this mere conversation with Daniel, yeah it's true that he once was my best friend, someone who was older than me yet someone with whom felt deeply connected, he was someone who always protected me when someone at school bullied me, because of silence and introverted nature, even without knowing the fact that we are someone connected we were connected, he was my protector, someone with I shared all my secret, because I know he will hurt me even unintentionally. But things change drastically when my mom died when I was fifteen. I don't know from where my father, whom I never knew came in taking in his ho