Gotham Jerome Valeska Novels & Stories

In its place was a raw, naked exhaustion that made my heart ache. ​“He’s gone,” Jerome said, his voice raspy, as if he had been screaming for hours. “It’s done.” ​“Is it?” I asked, taking a hesitant step toward him. “That look he gave you… it didn’t look like surrender.” ​“He’s trying to get in my head,” Jerome dismissed, though his hazel eyes betrayed his own lingering doubt. He walked toward me, his strides long and heavy, closing the distance until he could reach out and grip my arms. His hands were warm, grounding me, pulling me back from the edge of panic. “He wants me to be afraid. He wants me to doubt the victory. But the facts are the facts, Ava. He confessed. We have the recording.

the other woman said, scoffing. “Ignore them,” Ivy said as Valerie slid into her chair. “They’ve been like this since the semester started.” She then went around the room, introducing everyone. The bickering duo were Mark Jensen and Mary Robertson, the younger female student was Katrina Jacobs, and the other two men were Scott Younger, who was the one in his forties, and Tom Bates. “This is our latest Hampton victim, Valerie Tanner.” Everyone said their hellos as the server arrived to take Valerie’s drink order, choosing a glass of Merlot for now.

He was unemotional and logical, like a soldier with a purpose. Jerome was prepared to take any action necessary to bring Pedro to justice, including turning his own hand to murder. She had a history of blurring the lines between good and wrong, which was a precarious position to maintain. A location that, if given the chance, would take your soul, and she came dangerously close to doing just that. Anna finally understood why Jerome gave her such a fright. He was in the same precarious position as she had been. She was frightened that he would drag her along with him as he walked it because he was doing it.

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

But now I understand why because this was their weakness. Cassian had warned them not to use their powers because somehow, Jerome fed off from energy and strength and it made him stronger. Jerome looked like he’d clawed his way out of a damn grave. His eyes were pitch black and his skin cracked with dark veins like lightning bolts. And when he turned toward me, it was like every bone in my body froze in place. His snarl echoed through the woods and I trembled at the kind of person I've been walking with for the past few days. “She’s mine.” He proclaimed and I found myself shaking my head in rejection, so the fuck did I let out from that imprisoned house

Reyes answered quietly. “Her name is Naomi Vale.” The name clearly meant something to Alex. Too much. Alicia saw it instantly. “Who is she?” Alex looked physically sick now. “She worked with Kane.” Silence. Then Reyes delivered the part that shattered whatever calm remained. “She also worked in Zurich.”

. But there was one person who makes me want to not live this life anymore. Normani.“What are you going to do with her?” Jerome gestured toward her. She had been silent but I knew she heard me.“Next street, push her out!”She made sounds but we paid her no attention.Once we were on the next street, Jerome pushed Becky out of the car without warning. I watched from the window as she hit the ground hard, her bound hands useless to catch her fall. Blood streaked her cheek.I tossed her phone at her feet.“Call your man before your hand is condemned for life.”“You are one bastard of a man. Your don is merely using you. If you had died today, he would lavish the gold money and your name would be for

Why would he leave me behind with strangers while refusing to let Vera go home with anyone else? "Hey! The future Luna Queen doesn't look very happy," a sweet voice said, and I raised my eyes to see Jessica Jerome standing there. Her open hair was perfectly curled, reaching her shoulders, and her green eyes looked charming with extra eyeliner. The white bedazzled dress she wore made her look stunning. Jessica was the daughter of the Royal Gamma, Liam Jerome, and also Axel's girlfriend. Of all the titles, she used the girlfriend title the most. I knew she and Vera were childhood friends with the brothers, so it surprised me that she didn't leave with Vera.

“Still sniffing, Jer. Slums are a mess—lotta holes to check.” Jeremy’s jaw ticked. “Bullshit. You’re too good to be this slow. You’ve got her, don’t you? And you’re not telling me.” Jeremiah laughed, rough and hollow, wiping his hands on a rag. “Paranoid much? I’d tell you if I had her—swear it. She’s a damn ghost out there.” Jeremy grabbed the whiskey bottle, slamming it on the hood. “Don’t play me, Jeremiah. I told you—I handle Rosa. If you’ve got her stashed, if you’ve touched her, I’ll know. She’s family—Mama’s pick. You hiding something?”

When she was done, Bethany held her by the hair and dragged her out of the compound. "Please Bethany!" "Stop!" Bethany turned around to find her husband there with the man he'd been in a meeting with. Steven Richards walked over to where his wife stood, and whispered, "How dumb can you be? what do you want Mr Jerome to think of us? you'd better let this girl go now" Bethany was quite displeased, but she didn't want Jerome to think ill of them, he was about to be her husband's business partner and they must not lose him, after all, he was The Jerome Ken, the youngest billionaire in the whole of X City.