Valeria García Novels & Stories

she says with a smile. I give Valeria a tug as we begin following Aiyla through the Kartheca. Valeria discreetly checks to make sure her gun is in the back of her pants. Naturally, she brought the one I gifted her. As we walk through the castle, Valeria takes in everything around her; the architecture, the décor; I even note her surprise at seeing an impressive plasma screen TV. I think she assumed they don’t watch television. She’s starting to relax a little as she admires the beauty of the place and that gives me a little relief.

Valerie Tanner stepped into the shower, the hot spray beating down on her sore flesh. It had been one hell of a month, but one she would not change. Once she accepted her role in Damien Pressman’s life, he and his girlfriend, Holly Caraway, had made full use of her as their sex toy.

Despite my curiosity about what this so-called was about, I still hesitated for a few seconds before opening the chat app. Somehow, I had a feeling that the moment I heard the content of this voice note, it would not only mark the irreversible end of my friendship with Jenna, but also that of… Taking a deep breath, I put on my headphone and hit play. [Valeria? she’s nothing like she pretends to be.] [In fact, here’s a secret—all those band songs she claimed to have written? None of them are hers! She bought them from ghostwriters online!] [Chris and Andy know everything but they have no choice. They help her keep it secret because she threatened them with their private pictures. Yes, you hea

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Relief and disappointment crashed into Camila at once. The woman hugged Mateo naturally while Camila stepped back quickly, trying to calm her breathing. “Wow,” the brunette laughed. “You disappeared for weeks again.” Mateo smiled faintly. “Busy.” The woman finally noticed Camila. Dark eyes moved between them curiously. “Oh,” she said slowly. “I’m interrupting something.” “No,” Camila answered too quickly. Mateo looked amused beside her. The brunette extended her hand politely. “I’m Valeria this dummy’s best friend.”

The photograph was the same young woman. My grandmother. The real Garcia. The live comments erupted. “So THAT is the real Garcia? Then who’s the woman next to him?” “The letters say it plainly. And he just said he ‘rejected’ her. Lying without batting an eye.” “So the real Garcia was abandoned in the rural West. Who is this fake Garcia? This is insane.” Daniel Harrington’s lips pressed into a thin line. He gripped the table. His fingertips were white. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead.

“That’s your cue, Mama.” “Stop calling me that,” I muttered, but followed her anyway. We’d barely taken a few steps when the door to one of the consultation rooms opened, and someone stepped out. Valeria. Or rather, Valeria Lombardi now, eight, maybe nine months along, her belly round beneath a loose beige dress. She looked pale and tired, like all the light had been drained from her. The kind of exhaustion that didn’t come from pregnancy, but from surviving someone like Rino.

I said and the maid burst into tears as she began to apologise but that's not my concern right now. “I am sorry my king. My king! Please have mercy.” She cried out while Gareth dragged her away. I stepped down from the throne and made my way towards the towering window. I looked outside and my eyes caught a familiar figure. I looked closely and I recognised her back instantly. “Where did you say Valeria is?” I asked Gareth when he came back. “She isn't in her room right now. I believe the guards said she was spotted walking with Vance.” Gareth said and I looked closely. My eyes zeroed in on who she was with. It was Vance again.

Sage's body was full of scars. Valeria was in a good mood because she was going to remove the cast. She decided to call her best friend, Zara Gray, to tell her the good news. Since she got injured, Zara had never visited her even once. She took her phone and dialed Zara Gray's phone number, but it went straight to voicemail. Zara had turned her back on her, and it hurt. Valeria had been there for Zara in difficult times. She loved her more than she ever loved her late sister, Valencia.

Ariel’s face went pale, her hand gripping her lipstick tightly. "Julian Vane is a lot of things," Valeria continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous, quiet calm. "But he has never belonged to anyone. Not five years ago, and definitely not to a girl who has to threaten reporters just to keep his attention. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a story to write. And trust me... you don't want to be the main character in it." Valeria walked toward the door, her white heels clicking confidently against the tile floor. She grabbed the handle, her hand perfectly steady, before she paused and looked back at the furious woman in the mirror.