Vargas Vila Frases Novels & Stories

There's no doubt that Fergus was always been into her. ' Hello honey! If you're reading this, it means that I'm already out of reach. I will surely miss you and will always be. Please don't cry. Please don't be sad when I'm gone, I don't want to hurt you but I did. I know that I was unfair for the past years of our marriage, but I was only doing it to protect you. It may sound unfair too, but I would like to have your loyalty forever. I just can't imagine other man to lay their hands of you. Please take care of our kids in the future, and if ever I gave you a ring, please don't ever lose it for me. I love you, I always been loving you. Though my love is more painful than others, but it's how

Don't worry, that was the last conversation I had with him, and I never sought him out again. In any case, I'm writing to thank you for everything. I'm content with your choice, and I also intend to find happiness in my own way... However, I want to make it clear that if things don't work out for you, know that we can belong to each other. I'm always just an email away from you. With love, Alexander Vicenzo Vargas. "Mr. X." ___________________________________________________ I finish reading the email and then close my eyes, lost in thought. When I open them again, I've already decided in my mind. I open a new email:

So weird. I think to myself if I should send Vila there... Soon she will have her birthday and it will be her first birthday without our mother. Maybe I should hold her here a little longer. Summer 76, 1862 I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home.

he motivate me "look at who will have here, a motivational speaker, really? this is the best word you have spoken since the very first day I met you" I tease He gave me a lit knock on my head and I frown "your Uber is here" "see you tomorrow" I wave my hand and I enter my cab. Charlotte POV School was a somehow today because of that annoying jerk sitting beside me now. I enter our into my house gate, I overheard some argument going so I rushed in to find out what it is, assuming is that witch again

Then, she smiled, a smile devoid of warmth. “Of course we did,” she said, her tone biting. “Varg was everything to me once. We had great times together… before he threw it all away.” Her words lingered in the air, heavy and bitter, as we continued down the path.

“I could have you all thrown out of here without a second thought.” Tiffany held his gaze, unfazed. “You think I care about that?” she replied, her voice like ice. “I’m here to find out what you’re planning. If you think you can scare me into leaving, you’ve got another thing coming. So, let’s talk.” The room seemed to quiet, tension hanging thick in the air. Vargas studied Tiffany for a long moment, weighing his options. Finally, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You’re either very brave or very stupid,” he said, his voice a low growl. “And I’m leaning toward the latter.”

Gabriel said and Hugo simply nodded. He didn't know if he had any men in Nebraska or who Varga was. Gabriel had been taking care of the operations while Hugo was drowning himself with alcohol and self pity. It made him hate himself for being that weak. Hugo promised himself that the weeping and emotionally compromised Hugo Ortiz was to be kept in the past. “Does Varga have men?” “He’s been giving the Russians a run for their money so I’ll assume yes,” Gabriel responded and walked out of the room to make preparations.

“Then go.” Arga took one last look at the grand house, the symbol of everything he’d once thought mattered. Then he turned and walked out, the door slamming behind him. --- Outside, the rain poured relentlessly. Arga walked down the long driveway, drenched but unbroken. His phone buzzed — a message from Vania: > “I heard what happened. Are you okay?” He typed back, fingers shaking. > “I’m free. For the first time in my life.” Lightning illuminated his face — wet, exhausted, but somehow lighter. The storm couldn’t drown out the fire in his chest.

POV Ruby "We thought that we should welcome our sister back home!" Varg boomed. "Crap" I said and Wolf smiled at me. I looked over and Cassy and Silvia. They both looked as worried as I felt. "Varg." Mom sighed. "In the flesh." he grinned.

I held him tighter, and hugged him with a passion that no one else could interpret. "I can never lose you again," I spoke in a cracked tone, with tears streaming down my cheeks hotly. "How... How?" He tried to ask. "Vargan," I sniffled my nostrils as I tried to gather the right words. But the truth had to be said just the way it was. "Vargan sacrificed his life to save yours," I finally said.