Gotham Valerie Vale Novels & Stories

Her eyes, in particular, flickered faintly with a golden hue, indicating her extraordinary mastery of the martial arts. She was Valerie Reyes, the seventh daughter of the Reyes family. In Holtrien's military, she was known as the Withering Flower. She was as famous as Luna, who was called the Frost Lily. Both held the rank of Major General. Unlike Luna, who was always in uniform and all business, Valerie hated wearing her military attire. She even ignored military orders whenever she felt like it. Usually, she preferred to do as she pleased and act however she wanted. With her status as a top-tier fighter holding the rank of Major General and the massive backing of the Reyes family, Valerie

Even after leaving to come to Russia with Romero, I still couldn’t walk around without the wigs, let’s just say it was the effect of the trauma. “Being his whore is better than dumping him and leaving him for dead” Valerie snapped before placing her two hands in front of her like she wanted to pray, “please stay away from zayn, allow him to continue being the boss and just get the fuck out of his life” and without saying anything again, she turned on the ignition again and drove off. Her hand was also dripping with blood and I suspected it was from the gun fight but it was not in my place to worry about her right? She was a well trained woman and I was just sitting at the back of the car loo

"Am I?" She stepped closer. I didn't move. "Valerie" "Don't." She held up a hand. "I'm not here to fight. I'm not here to kill anyone. I'm here to warn you." "Warn me about what?" "About Sera." Her voice dropped. "She's not what she seems. She's not offering peace. She's offering a trap." "Why should I believe you?" "Because I know what she did to Garrett." Valerie's eyes were bright. "She didn't kill him because he was weak. She killed him because he found out the truth."

Darkness swallowed everything. The bulb fizzled out with a hiss, leaving only the sound of rain dripping through cracks in the ceiling. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. “Vale,” the voice called again, closer this time. “Come out, and maybe I’ll let the girl live.” Girl. That was me. Great. I tried not to breathe too loud. The man—Vale, apparently—moved in front of me, silent, weapon raised. He wasn’t panicking. Not like I was. He was… steady, like he’d done this before.

My heart skipped but I maintained my stance and sank my nails into her flesh, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. A dark cloud darted across her eyes and her grip around my neck tightened. "What did you say about my father, bitch?!" She growled in rage. I stiffened in shock and my eyes darkened as the realization hit me Valerie was back. She had subdued Asmodeus, and she wasn't just back to dominate her body and save the Lycan kings; she was back to seek revenge, to destroy. "If you didn't hear what I said then you wouldn't unlock yourself and come out," I wheezed, struggling to breathe as she choked me.

"You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medical team. You did all this because you wanted... wanted..." "I wanted you to die," I finished her sentence. I still remembered how, in my previous life, Valerie had deliberately crashed into a truck. I thought she loved Eugene so much, but in reality, she only loved the idea of Eugene. When their personal interests were at stake, those feelings simply evaporated. I did not stay to watch Valerie die, but we both knew she would not live much longer. Eugene refused to take care of her, and her parents were too preoccupied with Caleb's problems.

Valerie countered with a worried expression on her face. Gideon caressed her back, prompting her to calm down," Let's get dressed first and go down. I'm sure they are all coming and it's a little delay. Stop worrying too much," he said, allowing Valerie to calm down and let out a small smile before entering the bathroom to take a bath *************** At exactly midnight, Valerie descended down the stairs dressed in elegant high fashion. She had two layers of original pearl beads around her neck and wore a tight, thigh-length, silver dress.

Xavion’s P.O.V. Grabbing Valerie’s neck, I slammed her to the wall, her horrified shriek echoed in the room. “What are you doing, Xavion? Leave me ...” But I couldn’t hear anything after her shameless confession, elongating my claws. “You hired rouges to harm Azlynn despite the fact she is a fragile omega. How can you even think about it?” Valerie was a greedy woman, I knew it, but it never crossed my mind that she had criminal tendencies. Her audacity to hurt Azlynn trembled my hands with repressed fury. I punched the wall right beside her face and growled.

Do not tell him why. The assistant bowed and left once again. Valerie stood alone in her towering office. The city sparkled below. Her empire had never trembled before at the presence of a single person. But tonight something shifted. Her chest felt tight. Her pulse refused obedience. She whispered the name again. Ethan. The air around her thickened as if her voice had summoned something she could not push back into silence. For the first time in years Valerie Kings did not feel untouchable. And she hated the thrill that crawled under her skin.

I said quietly. "I know she worked at Venom. I know your family shut that place down so fast there are rumors you paid off the city council. I know she's older than you, broke, and has a sick brother she's desperate to support." Valerie stepped closer, lowering her voice. "I'm not saying she's a bad person, Kade. I'm saying she's desperate. And desperate people do desperate things." Something cold settled in my chest. Not anger exactly. More like clarity. Because looking at Valerie now, I realized how much time I'd wasted trying to be the person she wanted. Trying to play the role of the perfect Kingston heir with the perfect girlfriend and the perfect future.