Valeria Garza Novels & Stories

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.

"Marcella Garcia." Shit.

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.”

She simply nodded, the nod of someone who had given what they had to give and understood that the rest was not hers to do. "There's a woman," Priya said, after a moment. "Elena Garza — she's older, she consults for some of the regional packs on historical law. If you wanted to understand the formal structure. What the old arrangements actually said versus what they were used to mean." She looked at the far wall. "She's careful. She wouldn't talk without trust." Lily thought about Elena Garza, whose hands an old woman had gripped in a dim room, who had sat across from Lily at a kitchen table in the early morning and asked questions with the patience of someone who had all the time in the worl

“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?”

Her chest heaved. Isla alive was already a problem. But Isla alive and under Valtor’s protection? That was a nightmare. No one messed with Adrian Valtor. Not the police. Not politicians. And certainly not two-bit hired guns. Zara looked into the mirror, her mascara slightly smudged, her lips trembling with fury. “I need to act,” she whispered, eyes hard. She didn’t know how Isla ended up in his world. And if she didn’t finish this soon…

"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.

Aiden refuted, standing in front of Isabella, practically covering her with Valeria. "Jump, you're wrong, I don't need your help, or you lend yourself to anything..." Valeria crossed her arms. - I will win this, Zara and Emma's dogs are not competition for me, obviously I will win that award, Máximo Collins... She sighed looking at Maximo from a distance. Then, Valeria looked away at Isabella, who was practically hiding behind Aiden. "You're no competition to me, you dead fly, you're definitely too little to be taken into account."

she said and he nodded his head and leaned back into his seat. Selena pulled out her phone and turned on the recorder then leaned back on the seat, her piercing gaze fixed on him. “Tell me everything you know about her and where you think she might be," Selena asked. Mariano glanced at her phone then at her face, the cold look on his face unwavering. “Her name is Valerie Castro…" he paused and searched her face for any reaction but when he found none, he continued. “Her family was destroyed by the Bratva, Gonzalez, on the 29th day of October in the year 2009."