Valeria García Novels & Stories

She nodded and sent him a thankful smile, then he was gone. Zy turned to the woman who had been married to a ruthless criminal. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but Valeria wasn’t it. She looked painfully young and she was barely over five feet tall. She had ridiculously long lashes, big brown eyes, a slight cleft to her delicate chin, and a wary expression that seemed permanently etched on her face. “Hola.” He nodded her way. “Hola.” She bounced her fussing son in her arms to quiet him and sent Zy a suspicious glance.

I nodded, intrigued. “She must be amazing,” I said with surprise. “She's one of the most astute women I know, but she's a bit of a troublemaker with men,” Valeria said. “I'm going to go for a moment and check what happened. Whether I like it or not, being a gossip is part of my current job.” I laughed and watched her walk away to talk to the guards. I sighed and picked up my glass to take a sip of my drink. When Valeria came back, she smiled.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

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.

A slow smile grew over her face as she delicately took hold of the mic, bringing it close to her lips. “Oh, didn’t you know?” she said. “I own the Hotel.” Harrison’s mouth dropped open. “What…?” “Of course,” Valeria said casually, as though she hadn’t upended the entirety of pack society with that one sentence. “VR Limited.” She smirked at Harrison. “I’m the V.”

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

Was she stupid for letting him treat her that way or had she just cowered in fear because no one else could treat her the way he had? She was a little more confident now, the reason she wasn't just a few days back was something she couldn't answer to. Fuck him, she cussed. Fuck obstacles, She was Maria Gracia afterall—a lady who had got nothing to lose. It's now or never. She'd pave her own way. She picked up his complimentary card and dialed the number on it, it was a little after eleven pm, the period ungodly things happened. A period where bonding and manipulation took place to its immeasurable depth.

THE GOOD-FOR-NOTHING SOCIALIST VALENCIA CARTER IS SURPRISINGLY GOOD AT SNAGGING WEALTHY MEN: ANOTHER NATIONAL HUSBAND HAS BEEN STOLEN VALENCIA AND CORBYN CIRILLO: THE NEW LOVE COUPLE? VALENCIA AND CORBYN CIRILLO ON A DATE: DUMPING MAVERICK VANDENBERG FOR CORBYN CIRILLO? When Valencia tapped on the social media app, ridiculous headlines like these were the ones that graced her view and led the top 10 of the global trending searches.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.