Valeria Garza Novels & Stories

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

Her head whipped so fast and she looked at me like I was some kind of an alien. "You're kidding right?" She looked at me with doubt. I nervously smiled and shook my head. "I am not. I never had a boyfriend." I cleared out. "What?" Sarah looked like she couldn't process what I said. Was it a crime to not have a boyfriend or not have a Hickie? "Arabella—" before she could say another word, the professor walked in and everyone quietened down. "This is not over." She warned me playfully before concentrating on the front where the professor stood handing out sheets of our essays. —

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

"And nobody, nobody at all will do anything about it.” “Oh, really Mr. Rodgruiez?” her voice taunting, “I think you must have hit your head somewhere tonight. You seem to have forgotten exactly who I am.” She teased and my smirk faltered a bit. “I am Valerie, yes, but not the one you used to know. I am Valerie Ann Maria Hernandez, granddaughter of Henry Hernandez and I run this city. Let that stick to your brains!” she spat confidently.

Marcos extended his welcome to the woman who had sent him to hell. All Valeria could see in front of her was the vivid image of Marcos Muriel. The woman beside him wasn’t really recognizable. But maybe just for her, because Zein and Antonio had seen the resemblance with the dead wife of Zein and the resemblance with the woman who was carrying the child of Antonio in the past. For a moment, Valeria felt like collapsing any second, but soon she remembered she was the great lady of the people in that town, she was the one who showed how powerful she was, never weak, never vulnerable.

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

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.

Which was very sweet of him. I heard a light knock on my door before he opened the door and peeped. “Hey.” He said with an innocent smile. “Karl, hi. Any news?” “Well, Zara is involved now.” “Zara? That obnoxious girl I met who was being racist?” “Exactly, she's involved. I'm keeping a close eye on her. She was the one who gave Valeria a ride to the city, but she claims that after she dropped her off, she didn't see her again.

he smirked arrogantly at the end. Boys and their ego. I rolled my eyes "lo que sea" muttering in Spanish. He raised his eyebrow "What was that?" "Um.. Why did you move from California?" Tyler shrugged "don't like living there. Your turn" he said. "Turn what?" "Introduce yourselves," he took a bite from his burger. "I thought you know my name." he swallowed his food "Nope, I didn't catch that." Tyler said mocking me. "Fine, my name is Valerie Hernandez. I'm cuban-american and I was born and lived in Chicago, and I'm your kind and sweet neighbor." I force a sweetly smile

the General stated coldly. Zara's blood turned entirely to ice. "Julian Cross was a parasite," the King of Spain decreed, looking down at the pregnant Queen. "But you, Zara Valerius, are an absolute, existential threat to the global economy. And no one who holds the master ledger leaves international soil alive."