Valeria García Novels & Stories

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

She ran her thin, dehydrated hands over her daughter’s grave while promising her that she would take revenge. A week passed, and the first thing Magdalena did was go to the local library and ask for the records showing which books Sara had borrowed, if she had borrowed any at all. She had no idea where to begin her investigation, so she decided to trust her instincts and follow whatever lead came to her.

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.

Instead, she tilted her head, a calculated smirk tugging at her lips. “No problem at all,” she murmured. “I’m just curious. You don’t usually bother yourself with insignificant women.” Pedro’s jaw twitched slightly, though his face remained unreadable. Valeria was an expert at getting under people’s skin. She thrived on control, on power, on being the one to dictate the game. She leaned in closer. “So tell me, mi amor,” she purred, voice as soft as velvet. “What is so special about her?”

The photograph felt like a live wire in my hands. Lanc, so young, his face unlined by the bitterness and obsession that would later consume him. And her. Valeria Sable. Not a historian, but a ghost from his past, with a laugh that seemed to mock the tragedy that followed. V.S. The initials were a brand, searing a new, unknown chapter into a story I thought was complete.

really was bewitched by the shapes of that voluptuous body that exuded sex from every pore. She had known Olegario since he was assigned as a homicide detective, and she was doing her job as a reporter for the red chronicle of "La Noticia." Despite meeting frequently, for reasons of her work; yet, she existed between an undeniable physical attraction between them. Olegario's prototype for the super females with big breasts and wide hips fit Valeria perfectly; but Olegario Rey, despite being such a sexy man for any beautiful woman, found her unattainable. He knew by reference, Valeria's successful resume. She had been a beauty queen for the state of Louisiana and after wearing the crown she

Valeria said. Thomas smiled and sat across from his lady as he called her. Valeria sighed happily. She was happier than anyone else in that town. There was no person’s happiness that could compete with hers. It was like Valeria’s dreams were coming true at that instant. Now she was getting closer to her true purpose. Now just a little steps more and she could show off having Amelia between her hands. And for that, she already had an incredible idea. The way she was going to finish with her was going to be exactly like the first one, with the difference that she wasn’t willing to lose this game. But first it was going to be the world which knew the truth before they did whatever they wanted

Do you realise the councils have the right to lock you up? You won’t see the daylight ever again,” she said, and Valeria smiled.“You councils have limited power. You can’t lock me up unless the gods and goddesses approve it. There is no petition against me yet, so you can’t do anything,” she said, and I was surprised. How does she know this?“And what if we get the petition done?” She asked.“Who is going to sign it? Are you forgetting the gods and goddesses are rebelling against you all? You don’t deserve to sit on such a throne. You are all filled with hypocrites, and let’s not forget your relationship with Vladimir. He is committing so many atrocities and doing all sorts of evil, and you d

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

I came here to clear my head, not recruit-but hell, maybe fate just handed me the perfect candidate. "When you're homeless, jobless, and broke, your only currency tends to be word of mouth," she chuckles dryly. "I'm Valeria, by the way. Val for short." Shit. "Forgive my manners. I'm Dante Romano." Valeria nods but doesn't say anything. I study her for any hint of surprise and conclude she's either new in town or good at masking her emotions. "You've got a beautiful name, Valeria," I say, testing it.