Valeria Garza Novels & Stories

Even her freshly pressed suits were the same, a mashup of greys, blues, and blacks. Valeria clasped her hands over top her desk as Agnes herded us inside. I couldn’t help but notice the absence of rings on Valeria’s fingers. She had never found her mate, and expressed her absolute disinterest in dating or having children to my father more than once. She said this school was the only child she’d ever need. She had held onto her Hispanic accent even after living in the states for well over twenty years. It was a slice of home to her, a piece of the pack in Mexico that she had left behind.

Taking some files to the photocopier, she inserted them one by one while reminding Liza " I don't fancy your Byu, I think I am wrong. I have no problem, I only observed" " Whatever! " growled Liza rolling her eyes. She picked up a file and headed in the direction Xander approached. Inadvertently, Valeria followed his movement sternly as anger surged spreading like wildfire as recollections of him leaving her in the rain. She balled up her fist. Valeria's staring compétition was cut short, as one of the domestic workers interrupted. Pushing her glasses in the bridge of her nose, Val licked her lips and inquired " Is that for Mr. Gates?"

"My dear, I'm heading there to talk about business. A detention center is a dangerous place so I'm worried for you. Since you're pregnant, you shall stay in the hospital and wait for my good news." "Hubby, Gonzalec is Lucian's man and is loyal to her. I'm afraid that you will be manipulated by Gonzalec if he knew that you were being drugged last time. It's better for me to go," Valeria said worriedly. "Don't worry. How can I handle serious business if I can't even handle a punk like Gonzalec?" William smiled and continued, "Wait for me here and I'll bring supper for you when I come back."

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

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.

This story asked a great deal of me. I hope it gave you something in return. What I wanted more than anything was for you to feel the weight of honest things. The cost of doing the right thing in a world that sometimes punishes it. The satisfaction of watching someone refuse to stop even when stopping would be easier. Valeria is not a hero in the traditional sense. She is just a woman who could not put something down until it was finished. I understand that feeling deeply. I think many of you do too.

“ Come back here ! We will clean it later . Now , you should explain the situation . “ said Valeria . “ You really are too found of gossips . “ said Antonio a bit annoyed . “ If the gossip involves the scary billionaire called Damian Wright , who wouldn’t become interested in gossips . You who are a bookworm will never understand what I am talking about . Come on ! Tell me , everything . “ said Valeria . Antonio gulped a little then started to tell Valeria everything . The more Valeria heard , the more interested she became in the subject . “ I can’t believe it . Antonio , you truly hit a jackpot . So tell me , how was his body ? “ said Valeria waiting for some spicy information . “ He has a

Arya was like a second mother to me and losing her was more than just painful. The other reason I hate the day is because on that day of every week, a certain someone whose name I have forbidden myself from mentioning would come to our home in Pakistan and cause trouble. A scar is always there to remind me of her weekly visits. That's one of the reasons I felt my parents didn't get it right by running. This scar and indeed the others she left would always remind us of her. We left her in Pakistan, but she would always be with us. Basha's POV

all I am thinking all throughout my training is how my family wants to be with me thus I have to keep going and not give up. “Oh! Sorry ma’am but Mr. Villaflor is not here, but he will return later. We are his friends on a mission to teach her granddaughter. I am Denvert Sanchez a lawyer and this is General Benjamin Cortez.” Denvert said as the two sit on the empty stools beside me as we face the counter I smile at the bartender who just keeps quiet as I look at the two. “Granddaughter? So the rumor is true. They finally found their bundle of joy. I would want to see this lovely lady.” I said making sure that I won’t give myself up.

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