Valeria Garza Novels & Stories

Ana Romero. She was dressed impeccably, her face a mask of cold, unyielding professionalism. Her eyes, which were usually filled with a kind, maternal warmth, were now cold and assessing. She was a gatekeeper, a protector, a woman who had spent a lifetime guarding the fortress of Villareal Holdings. And in this moment, she was a profound and terrifying reminder that the world they had so briefly escaped was still very real.

The Woman Who Spoke for the King Valeria When the men started to leave, I knew I couldn’t let it end like that. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, ignoring Elena’s glare. My hands were shaking, but I hid them under the table. “Please,” I said, my voice firm. “Give me one moment.” The man with the silver hair stopped and turned slowly. “And who are you to ask for that?” I straightened my shoulders. “My name is Valeria DeLuca,” I said clearly. “Dante Moretti sent me here to speak for him. I may not have his title, but I know what he stands for.”

GUNNAR A woman who hadn't raised her voice or spoken out of line to me during her two months of working here somehow managed to tell me off and storm out of my office, leaving me flabbergasted. The day she came for her interview was the day I knew I would hate the stupid girl. Because she was exactly that, a girl. An eighteen-year-old girl, fresh out of high school who wanted to be my PA. And as luck would have it, no one else wanted the position so I had no choice but to hire her.

"It may be to you. But, like I said, he may let you work. But it’s dangerous. Mariano’s grandmother, Donna Ginevra, was killed in a grocery store. Shot." “That’s terrible.” She smiled at me, and I stood up. "Thanks, Aria, we should definitely hang out sometime." A smile took over her face. "Definitely, Izzy." I ventured off to look for Mariano.

"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!"

Zara savored each dish, her facial expressions a tantalizing mix of surprise and delight. Finally, she declared, "Valeria, your dish takes the win!" Valeria's eyes sparkled as she jumped up, excitement overwhelming her. Without thinking, she hugged Karan tightly. Karan, caught off guard, hugged her back, his heart racing. Zara watched, a knowing smile spreading across her face. For a fleeting moment, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the warmth of their embrace. Valeria suddenly regained her composure, her cheeks flushing. She detached herself, the atmosphere shifting to awkward silence.

Maria De La Cruz, in the blink of an eye, had achieved fifty percent of her goals, in less time than expected, but there was no time to celebrate half a victory, she had to keep working to achieve the complete victory. He returned from Bogota to Argentina, he had to meet with his work team and closely supervise David Del Valle and his cancerous disease. She went one last time to the house in Bella Vista, she had to have a more appropriate talk with Emiliano Romero, who was already waiting for her. Before entering, she had all the cameras and microphones hidden in the house removed, but at the same time she installed her own security equipment. Then she sent for young Romero;

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“You’re not going to tell me you’re canceling another gathering again, are you? Did something bad happen?” “No,” I said quietly. “This is… different. That guest that came today… telling you this is not going to be easy.” I told her everything. About Hunter finding the woman. About her name, Lisa D’Amaris. About the warning she’d given us, the calm power she carried, and the strange sense that she wasn’t our enemy but still hid more than she said. When I finished, Valerie was silent for a long while. Her gaze drifted to the glass, unfocused. “D’Amaris,” she whispered finally. “You think she’s related?”

"Let’s vote." "On what grounds?" Harrow said. "There is still no clarity on Nirvana Castillo’s estate." Jezara's voice hissed like venom. "She’s dead. The body was burned, gone." The woman in black, silent until now, finally stirred. "You speak of graves with too much confidence for someone who doesn’t bury her sins very deep." The voice…soft, steely…cracked like a whip. "Who the hell are you to speak here?" Jezara spat.