روايات وقصص ضمن Vargas Vila Frases

“I was there that night!” “What are you talking about?” I glanced briefly at Vargen, noticing how quiet he had become. I was partly surprised to see the darkness of his hazel orbs as he stared at the marble floor. “It was simply wonderful.” Lystra chatted on. “I honestly did not believe Vargen would make it, but with the sacrifice of the life force-" I froze. “-He was restored.” “Sacrifice?” Something inside me strained, pulling and pulling till it nearly tore. I was in too much pain, I hated it.

The tallest one took off his hood. It was Varek. He had a scar on his throat. His eyes were cold and grey. He was as reliable as a snake. "You took your time " I said sharply. "We had to make sure you were not followed " he replied. "I was taken away like a criminal " I said. Varek's face did not change. "So we heard " he said. I felt humiliated. I looked away toward the darkening horizon. "And?" "The war is going well " Varek said.

he mumbled, rubbing his reddened ears. “Hah! You’re more concerned about what other people would say when you don’t even have enough time with your own parents who spent most of their life taking care of you! Now that you’re a celebrity and gained a number of fans you already think highly of yourself? Remember! Before you became an actor, it was only just me who cheers for you, be it when you first started to talk despite lisping, and when you started to walk though kept on stumbling,” Mrs. Vargas remarked with a big disappointment painted on her face. “You were a little boy who couldn’t leave the house without wearing diapers twenty more years ago and now you’re treating me like a stranger!

Irvan didn’t move his facial expressions; he remained still after the action, but if I didn’t interject, his gruesome acts would worsen shortly. Seeing my baby brother was still sleeping, I waited for my father to reply to me, to which he did after a small moment after my mother's reaction, “Lou, what have you said in wisdom to this dilemma?” He asks as he messages the bridges of his nose, “To your last words, the villages of the Vargr. What are you to say we do not unleash them?” Irvan, Isabella, and Mother looked my way with worry.

"What are you trying to say?" Debra replied smoothly, "Is the old house the kind of place where any random man can just stroll in? And not only that, he just so happened to head straight to Miss Vargas's room, like he knew what would happen once he got there. If no one told him where to go, I'd say that's hard to believe."

The comments were already in hundreds and most of them were saying the same name. Viana.

He’s a poison wrapped in charm. So I did what I should’ve done the first time. I blocked his number. There are thousands of women in the world, why me? Why this obsession with another man’s wife? It wasn’t love. It was power. Possession. And I was done being a pawn. But the new message made my lungs stop working. We have Gabriela. Surrender yourself at the old mill by dawn tomorrow or she dies. – Vargas. The message was from the Vargas cartel, Yuri’s family.

Santiago had said to “seduce him enough to make him vulnerable.” But what did that mean? Get him drunk? Get him talking? Kill him? Wouldn’t be the first time he would be asking me to kill someone. I wasn’t certain what I was to do. But I knew one thing. I wasn’t leaving this balcony empty-handed. “You’re Santiago’s daughter,” Vargas said, swirling his drink lazily. “Didn’t think he let his precious little princess out of her cage anymore.” I tilted my head, peering up at him through my lashes.

Felicia replied as casually as possible. "Isshh, I knew it. The life of rich people like them won't suit us. I should have advised you earlier. Poor thing, you must be disappointed that you've become Mr. Diego's plaything," Vilia said sincerely. Yes... Vilia is actually a good and sincere friend. It's just that she's the type of person who needs a detailed explanation to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe her brain is a little off. However, Vilia's misunderstanding was something Felicia was happy about.

I stuttered a nonsensical sentence that was supposed to be an apology. And as such, Vila continued, I would not tolerate a weak host. Someone not powerful enough to take the reins of my power and do wonders with it. “B-but I-I I’m n-not a weak h-host,” I stuttered. Are you sure of that? Are you sure you’re worthy of me? I wasn’t sure. But I had to be optimistic at this kind of things. “Yes,” I said as bravely as I could. “Yes, Vila. I am sure.”