Gotham Jerome Valeska Novels & Stories

Unlike how he was in the past where he had to prove himself, he now carried a subtle authority that made even the experienced Victor think he was in a competition with an equal. Victor cleared his throat. "Let's discuss Titan." "Sounds good." The older man opened a file then stopped when he was interrupted by a knock. Victor’s expression shifted as he looked toward the door. "Come in." The door opened. Two people entered the room other than the secretary who opened the door. The first was familiar to Adam and he recognized him immediately. Jerome. The Lacoste representative. The same man from Havenridge who had also tried to poach Melissa.

Data screens blinked with neural maps, memory cycles, psychological scaffolding. And at the center of it all— Her. Valeska Dormer. Standing. Smiling. Clad in black, eyes sharper than Eden remembered. “I was wondering how long it would take you,” Valeska said. Her voice carried an ease that made Eden’s blood run cold. “You brought Roman. Sweet.” Roman raised his gun. “One move and you die.” Valeska didn’t flinch. “Roman. Always thinking in bullets. But bullets don’t kill ideas.”

Neither acknowledges the flock of Harpies watching them. They're pleased to realise they didn't waste their sister's life, that they too feel the sting of losing a comrade. Their only regret is they hadn't been the ones to deliver the final blow. Oh well, as hard as it is for them to face, the Qusayr will always be superior. If Jaxson lost his mate to their hands, well-... they'd have much more losses. Grayson stands over Valerie's dead figure, his sad eyes boring at her. As a demon, he can sense her soul no longer lives within her. It makes him sad to admit; she's actually dead. He knew from the very first moment he smelled her that she was different.

She wondered who it was for—a version of herself someplace downstream, or maybe Vale, if he one day grew curious about the mother who raised him with so little sentiment, so much raw belief. In the dead heat of Henbit Summer, a wolf was spotted on the edge of the city’s green ring. Not a child, not a boy, but a literal wolf, gray and rangy and collared in a way that suggested someone’s failed science project or an escape from the east end’s splicing pits. The Market feeds ran with it for days, some swearing that it stalked Vale’s path through the city, some saying it meant rebellion, some branding it a bad omen. Vale said nothing. But on the last night of the month, when she found him home f

Gavrael said and I stared at him in horror. He wouldn’t go that far, would he? Even with all the maltreatment that the Grenshaw and Brookstone packs were enduring, I haven’t heard of any of them being molested sexually. Would he really start that level of cruelty now just to spite me? Tamika was sobbing loudly as she hovered over the ground and above the table. I could smell how potent her fear was and seeing how delighted Gavrael’s beast was made me realise that he was actually capable of doing as he said while he was like this. If his eyes were brown and his human side had been in control, I might have been able to convince him not to hurt her, even the wolf would have been more considerat

"Landon Vause and Cheyenne Nichols are currently in a black van. In front of them is a Lamborghini. A silver Lamborghini. And inside the Lamborghini are Neon Vause and Steele Lockwood." "Both Alphas think Jerome Nichols will die today, but the truth is, they'll be the ones dying today because Jerome Nichols made a deal with the witches."

Gustavo replied, his voice cool despite the flicker of unease coursing through him. Jerome pulled out his phone and swiped through the screen until he found what he sought. He leaned back, eyes glinting with a mixture of ambition and desperation. “Information, of course. You’ve surrounded yourself with people who know things. Valuable things. And I intend to collect on that.” Gustavo’s heart sank. He wasn’t willing to drag anyone else into their mess, not again. “I’m not a puppet in your game, Jerome. You know how dangerous it can get for me,” he said firmly, determined to end this conversation.

"I'm not in the mood for a useless conversation, Luna. If this is not important, let's talk some other day." Jerome turned around to exit his office with his head down. Afraid that he wouldn't look at me anymore, I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. I thought that he would escape from my warm embrace, but he stayed and even held my hands. "I chose the right path, didn't I? It wasn't my fault that Jazpher opted to do those immoral deeds to Yuki, right? I wasn't the one to be blamed, right?" Jerome consecutively asked, and I felt a change in the way he breathed in and out; he's crying.

Viktor stared into Jerome’s eyes, unflinchingly as he whispered back. “Whether you directly held the spear or camped with those who did it…” Jerome shrugged “It makes no difference to me… the meaning is the same.” His lips curled sinisterly as he continued to whisper “And I am a Zumerong, I pay my debts in full. You will get your due.”

This couldn’t be happening. “Oh no,” Jerome’s voice sounded in fright from the other end of the line. “It was Kael Riverstone. I recognize the car now.” “Where is the Cadillac now, Jerome?” I demanded. “It’s not here. I think they’re gone. I’m so sorry….” I smashed the phone against the wall before he could complete his apology and it shattered into pieces. She was with Kael. Alone. What the hell did she think she was doing?