Valeria García Mga Nobela at Kwento

CHAPTER ONE What a day! Chava Maurice, a young and beautiful young lady, slim and average in height who worked as a fashion consultant in one of the fashion homes in Losantiville dropped on her bed, with each pair of her burgundy shoes here and there. She had had a hectic day and all she dreamt of was a good bath, a good meal, and a good sleep. It was already past 7 P.M. and thankfully the next day was Saturday. She had drifted to sleep a little bit before her phone rang. After blindly rummaging through her handbag for a while without finding anything, she sat up and carried out a proper search but by the time she found the phone, the call had ended. She stared at the foreign number that had

“Is that an ex-girlfriend? An old assistant? You keep looking at me like I’m someone else, and it’s honestly creeping me out.” He didn't answer right away. He stood up slowly and walked toward the window, looking out at the gardens. The silence stretched between us until it felt like it was going to snap. “Valeria was someone who didn't take orders very well,” he said, his back turned to me. “She was stubborn. She was loud. She didn't care about professionalism or tardiness. She just did what she wanted. She didn't even like to work because she felt she was a princess and didn't need to work.”

I murmured, already moving toward the cell he'd indicated. Valeria sat on the narrow bench that passed for a bed, her back against the concrete wall, her knees pulled up to her chest. She was still wearing the clothes she'd been arrested in, a cute dress that looked out of place in this harsh environment. Her hair was disheveled, mascara smudged under her eyes from crying. She didn't belong here. The contrast between her beauty, her grace, everything she was, and this filthy place meant for criminals was as clear as day.

It was as if they were welcoming royalty into their home. “Welcome, spero che il viaggio fin qui sia andato bene.” Seraphina Vitelli came up to me, hugging me and kissing my cheeks “Yes, the drive here was fine, thank you,” I forced a smile. “Well then, come, come!” She was quite beautiful, looking at her from up close, she had light green eyes and platinum blonde hair, which suited her perfectly. She looked so much like her daughter, except for the hair. “I’m sure you’ve all met, this is Elia,” she motioned to her husband, “my children, and your husband, who doesn’t seem to want to greet his wife,” she said the last part sternly.

Everyone except the one she had asked to stay. Valeria walked in without knocking, the door clicking shut behind her like the closing of a trap. She wore the regulation black leotard and pale pink tights, but the fabric looked different on her body, stretched too tight across full breasts, clinging to the flare of her hips, the long sweep of her thighs. Her hair was twisted up in a careless knot, damp wisps already escaping at her nape. She carried nothing. No bag, no water bottle, no pretense of innocence. Elena did not speak at first. She let the silence stretch until Valeria’s pulse was visible at the base of her throat. Then, quietly, “Center floor. From the variation. I want to see it a

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

This book is very close to my heart so I hope it does justice to the wait. Please let me know what you guys think in comments! Once again, Happy Valentine's day to everyone, especially my fellow single people and I hope this book brightens your day a little more. Jake Carson “I will burn her house down. I am going to kill her.” I see Danika’s eyes turn red as she screams in fury. She was angry. The wedding card had just arrived and apparently Danika’s mother is getting married and she is getting married in the exact same place where Danika wanted to get married.

Monterrey, Mexico — 7:42 a.m. The office of Herrera & Sons gleamed under the harsh morning lights—an intimidating temple of glass, steel, and silent judgment. Everything about it screamed cold efficiency... just like its CEO. Into that icy perfection stormed Valeria Mendoza—twenty-six years old, five-foot-five of determined chaos—clutching a leaking caramel macchiato and her last shred of patience. "¡Maldita sea!" she hissed, frantically dabbing at the spreading coffee stain on her cream blouse with a disintegrating napkin.

Sara said and walked out of the room. ************ GRENADA, SPAIN Valerie sat in her hotel room, rubbing her stomach as she hummed along to 'Forever by Lewis Capaldi,' Her room telephone rang and she removed her airpods to pick the phone up. "Valerie Diaz here. May I know why you're calling?"

Aiden refuted, standing in front of Isabella, practically covering her with Valeria. "Jump, you're wrong, I don't need your help, or you lend yourself to anything..." Valeria crossed her arms. - I will win this, Zara and Emma's dogs are not competition for me, obviously I will win that award, Máximo Collins... She sighed looking at Maximo from a distance. Then, Valeria looked away at Isabella, who was practically hiding behind Aiden. "You're no competition to me, you dead fly, you're definitely too little to be taken into account."