Vargas Vila Libros Novels & Stories

Now. I look at Lucien. “How do we know you are real?” I ask. A pause. “Because I know you would ask,” she replies. Gregor Varga is in the west wing. He is reading a novel. It is on the second shelf, red spine. He uses a photograph as a bookmark. A woman in a garden. Silence stretches. “That photograph is Vera,” she says. I sent it to him three days ago so he would have something of her before this conversation happened.

Bruiser sighed flopping back into his seat allowing a deep sigh to slip through his lips. ... Collen clenched his eyes shut trying to fight back the stinging tears. 'Three children and a wife who died only a few years ago.' Unfortunately Vargas had been a soldier before marriage, before his children. The military was the only life he had known the only way for Vargas to make a living and support three children. While he was away on deployments his mother or his wife's parents would take custody until his return.

The same watch Elara remembered from her fragmented memories. The same watch proving Victor had been physically present the night of the crash. ⸻ Daniel searched through damaged files nearby while Edward remained near the doorway looking deeply unsettled. “Mrs Hart hid things carefully,” Daniel muttered while moving aside another overturned box. Aaron looked toward him immediately. “What did you find?” ⸻ Daniel held up several soaked folders. “Mostly financial documents.” A pause. “But the Vargas records were targeted directly.” ⸻ Aaron’s jaw tightened instantly. Elio Vargas.

Now I understood why. “Señor Valtierra,” I said, keeping my voice steady as I stood before him with my small suitcase. “I’m Citlali Vargas. The agency sent my references and—” “I’ve read them,” he cut me off, his voice low and smooth. He didn’t offer a handshake. Those dark eyes swept over me once, lingering a second longer on the modest curve of my breasts beneath my white blouse and the way my simple navy skirt hugged my hips. “You’re younger than I expected. Twenty-five?”

I return to the palace, after tiring myself in my forays into these new lands. Jafar informs me where the library is and that there is a plethora of old books, classics of English literature, French and I find Gabriela’s Clove and Cinnamon version in English, besides Captains of Sand and Tereza Batista, all of Jorge Amado, apparently we have a lover of Brazilian literature here in Bahrain. I take a volume of “Grandes sertões veredas” and decide to re-read, writers like Jorge Amado, João Ubaldo Ribeiro, Guimarães Rosa are never too much, it is always a new pleasure to rediscover them.

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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.

"Well I read but not all the time due to my busy schedules. I do have some favorites" "Recommend one then." Jax went to a shelf and brought out a book which he gave to Ricciardo. "The Villain's redemption by Winwrite." Ricciardo read out the title. "Yes, it's a great book." "What is it about?" "It's about a villain who did a lot of bad things due to his misunderstandings. But he realized his mistake, changed his ways and had a good life." Jax informed him. "It's a nice plot, why do you like it though?" Ricciardo asked.

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.