Gotham Jerome Valeska Novels & Stories

Vale shot back, a protective tone entering his voice. Jake leaned in closer, curiosity piqued. “What happened to your hair?” he asked, inspecting Vale as if he were a puzzle to solve. “Come on, baby, your driver should be here by now,” Vale said, turning his attention to me and holding out a hand. I took his hand, feeling the warmth spread through me as I smiled warmly at Jake. “It was nice meeting you—” “Jake, my name is Jake, Mr. Helios, and it was nice meeting you too,” he interrupted, offering me his hand with a grin. I was just about to shake it when Vale placed his hand firmly over Jake’s.

Vera asked, Valerie squinted her brows "Is there something i can help you with ?" Valerie asked. "Yeah, I think it'd be fun to watch me serve the girls Lord Storm rescued; i told you he is actually an angel in heart, Lord Storm is a mafia Lord whom everyone fears so much, But he dedicated his life to save these innocent lives from dangerous people like derek,, He has been doing this for years !" Vera said, as she smiled and walked away and Valerie hurriedly followed behind her.

"Valerie's patience is over." Valerie stepped forward, her hand on Dominic's. "Dominic Lombardi," she said, her voice cold. "Mafia King Dominic Lombardi. That's all you are." Dominic's eyes blazed. He released Dr. Thompson, grasping Valerie's hair. He pointed the gun at her temple. "Do it, Dominic," Valerie dared. "I'll be happy if you pull the trigger. Death is better than you." Dominic's slap sent Valerie crashing to the floor. "You're nothing but a pathetic, weak woman," Dominic spat.

A sliver of hope remained—Jerome was supposed to be in a coma, poisoned by the slow-acting toxin Boris’s mother, Sadie Monroe, had been administering. Boris had coordinated with Sadie; if the plan failed, she was to ensure the old wolf never woke up. By the time the truth was sought, Jerome would be in the mounds, and Avery would be the prime suspect in his "mysterious" death. With the support of the Vales and the Montgomery dissidents, Boris believed he could seize the Hayes throne. But then, the crowd parted. A heavy, silver-rimmed wheelchair was pushed forward. Sitting in it, wrapped in the furs of his station and looking more vibrant than he had in months, was the Great Alpha Jerome.

Only money could make Tom move. "Of course I can, my skill is to commit the perfect crime! Don't get me wrong Leah, I wouldn't have done that to you if you hadn't bothered me first! I love you then and now, my love is not diminished at all, every touch I give is a testament to my love for you..." Jerome's eyes looked much scarier than usual. Leah clenched her fist, hoping the plan would go smoothly. Otherwise, maybe her life will be over soon... *****

Jerome says on an intake of breath, “there might be…someone else looking for you who has a particular interest in Fay. Besides the cops in New York. Besides…besides Bianci.” “Who?” Kent asks, his voice terrible and cold. Jerome looks up through lowered lids, his whole body starting to tremble as he comes out with it. Fuck, I’m going to die, he thinks, shaking his head. He gulps. “The…the woman who hired me. To get myself into your good graces. She –“ But he doesn’t get another word out, because before he can Kent is across the room, his fist flying through the air. Jerome shouts as Kent’s fist connects with his cheek, sending him stumbling to the side, clutching his face. Jerome groans, pain

"Walt Vale, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent—" "Wait a second!" I interrupted, totally lost. "Why are you arresting Mr. Vale? Isn't it supposed to be…" I glanced at Jacob. He stared back at me, just as shocked. "Jeremiah, you thought I was the killer?" He sounded hurt. "No wonder you were so nervous." Mr. Vale suddenly laughed, and the sound made my blood run cold. "Jeremiah, did you really think your roommate did it?" He looked straight at me, his eyes filled with something dark and complicated. "You're too naive. It was me from the very start."

"Jerome Valeska." "Louder, lovelier, with more enthusiasm." The woman denied it and felt his grip tighten around her neck. She looked around, and apparently, no one was coming. "Jerome Valeska," she shouted, and he laughed, throwing his head back. "Damn idiot," she spat. "With all the honors in the world, my lady," he said, kissing the woman's cheek.

"He didn't do it. I-I mean, Jerome isn't that kind of person. Someone must have blackmailed him in to it or something but he is not a vandal, please, believe me. He did not do it." "Okay, okay," she didn't mention that she'd come to a similar blackmail theory. Gianna knew Jerome. The stare, appreciate one or two things, and stare away, kind of know, if at all sharing a similar elective lesson could expand the awareness radar. Not the type to keep records of; an ordinary high school kid he was. However, he never occurred to her to be that kind of person not to mention doing that sort of thing, especially with his friendly baby face and decent physique put into consideration. Besides those two

“I know everything, Jessica. I know how your relationship with that famous man began. Wasn’t he one of your fans? It all started because of your books, didn’t it? Tell me, if you weren’t who you are now, do you really think he’d still love you?” “Yes, he was my fan,” Jessica admitted, her voice steady yet trembling at the edges, “but he got to know me first before anything else. His intentions were never bad. Jerome is a good man, Mom. He’s genuine. He’s not the kind who hurts or deceives women.” “Go on, leave. You’re only wasting your time here,” Marta said coldly. “Go back to your noisy life in New York. I’m not coming with you.”