Vargas Vila Frases Novels & Stories

Flora smiled proudly at the compliment. As they shared laughter and love over their scrumptious meal, Mr. Vargas looked around with tears in his eyes. Everyone in this room was so special to him and he couldn't help but be thankful for all that life had brought him—it was an evening filled with joy that no one would ever forget. Mrs. Vargas noticed her husband's tears and asked him what was wrong. He struggled to find the right words, and when he couldn't he just smiled and said, “I’m just happy, that's all.”

Beside me, my childhood friend Elias exhaled, “Zara…” Varek's eyes settled on me. “Excuse me.” I lifted my chin “With all due respect, sir, what are we standing down for?” Varek watched me carefully. “Your emotions are understandable.” “Emotions?” I laughed bitterly. “Zara, I said that will be all,” Varek replied. “They died for nothing.” Elias moved closer. “That’s enough,” he muttered. I ignored him completely. General Varek looked at me, unshaken.

"What do we say?" "Mama says: espera, estic mirant (wait, I'm looking — Catalan). Papa says: let me understand it before I have an opinion about it. Ava says: the clay knows. Pep says: the hands know what the eyes don't." She picks up her piece of licorice from the desk. "They all mean the same thing. Look first. Understand second. Say third." "Look first. Understand second. Say third," Valentina says. "That's yours too," Clara says. "You told me that on the walk in the Ciutadella. You said that's how you found your work."

“And I'm biting.” She met with the first of her Spanish contacts that afternoon. A man named Antonio Vargas — middle-tier cartel, once loyal to her mother. He arrived late, cocky, with a gold chain around his neck and a nervous tic in his eyes. He kissed her hand like a politician. “Senorita Varela,” he said. “Madrid has missed you.” Amara didn't sit. “You're running a Varela shipment without authorization.” His smile faltered. “Only a few. A favor to an old friend.”

Roman lifted his gun higher. Elena cocked hers in sync with his. Two predators. Two weapons. Two death sentences waiting to be delivered. Vargo raised both hands slowly, palms facing outward, the sweat finally visible at his temples. “Let’s… talk about this,” he said carefully, voice strained as he tried to maintain calm. “You’re emotional. Your men just died. Your wife is injured.. You are injured..” Roman fired once. The bullet grazed Vargo’s ear, embedding into the wall behind him with a sharp crack.

ONE WEEK AGO Carlos’ phone buzzed where it lay beside a stack of unopened travel brochures. He picked it up without checking the screen—he already knew who it was. “Coward,” Don Vargas spat before Carlos could speak. “You’ve become weak. I don’t know what’s more shameful—your refusal to lead or your delusion that walking away makes you noble. You’ve lost your right to call me father.” Carlos didn’t respond. “You think freedom is hopping from country to country with a camera?” the old man scoffed. “Nico has more fire in him than you ever did. I should’ve made him my heir.”

he crooned gravely instead “I am going to wait Varya; no matter how long it takes since you're worth this indeed Our worth this.”

I got out of my car and went to her holding her arm tightly. "Cassandra where is Vida?"I asked "Where is my wife?"I yelled "She left ,she left the country"She said and I let her go. "She's pregnant and she's in a critical condition,she may have miscarriage.Which country did she go to?"I asked "She told me not to tell you or else she will move to another country.She needs this.Let her go.Don't go after her"Cassandra said "I love her Cassandra.I love Vida .I regret everything I did.I need her to come back"I said

Valera’s POV I held the glass cup of juice perfectly in my hand. The cool glass clashed against my fingers as I lifted it to my lips. Celia’s eyes were firmly on me. She was watching too closely, smiling sweetly. But then I noticed her cat. Just for a moment. It wagged its tail in an odd way. It kept moving recklessly, whispering to itself. It didn’t know I could understand its language. A language only I could understand.

The two of them looked right, Trace just smiled slightly. "Remember that!." The woman angrily said to him and pushed his muscular chest. "As if I care." Trace said sarcastically and turned his back on the woman. — He went to the kitchen to brew coffee. Suddenly his cellphone rang so he answered it immediately. "Villegas?" Trace's opening his phone as he sipped his coffee. "Vergara, My friend!" Trace's friend Kevin Villegas said with a smile that it looks like someone is planning something bad again.