Gotham Valerie Vale Novels & Stories

Valerie let her hand drop to the mattress. They thought she was an heiress. They thought she was a European princess or a syndicate daughter who had gracefully stepped into Killian’s world. If they only knew that three days ago she was standing in the pouring rain, her personal bank accounts wiped to zero by Damian Vance after three years of being hidden in a basement room at Vance Jewels.

“This isn’t something to celebrate.” A few people laughed and my chest tightened. “What do you mean?” He stepped back like my presence disgusted him. “I mean I don’t want you, Valerie.” The words immediately stabbed a hole through my heart. “I... I don’t understand,” I said quickly. “The Goddess chose...” “The Goddess made a mistake,” he cut in. “You’re an Omega and you can’t even shift. What am I supposed to do with you?” More laughter and my ears rang. “I can learn,” I said desperately. “I can try harder. I swear I’ll...”

". She asked. In her usual lively voice that made me smile this time. "Xanvier is fine. And he has gone to work" "Say 'hello'to him for me. I wish you both the best. Love you. Muah!!" "Muah!". I kissed back. We giggled and she ended the call. I pulled up at the packing lot in front of a huge building with the company's name and handed my keys over to the valet as I stepped into it. "Welcome ma" . A young secretary greeted as soon as she saw me walking over to her desk.

I’m hiding behind a tree, watching them all pass and trying to catch the path of the scent again. And this time, I notice something strange. Something moving on the fallen leaves. A pair of feet, followed by patches of visible legs and face. I see the distinct different colored eyes and hair, slowly coming into full view as Valeria. That’s why no one saw her. She was under an invisibility spell. She’s panicking behind a tree, looking at Gamma Vincent approaching. I can’t take it anymore. I can feel her fear and I want to help her. “Keep quiet,” I whisper.

Gabriella smiled warmly but behind that smile, her mind was spinning like a trap. Valerie Rossi was back. And she was dangerous. Gabriella would have to destroy her first. Before Valerie destroyed everything she’d built. --- OUTSIDE THE PENTHOUSE — MOMENTS LATER Valerie stood in the hallway, shaking with fury. She’d expected shock, anger, doubt anything but blind loyalty. She yanked out her phone and dialed. “Miguel,” she said, her voice tight. “We have a big problem.” “What happened?” Miguel’s voice cut through immediately.

Kaelen reached down with one massive, gloved hand, catching the collar of Valerie's silver-trimmed robes and yanking her backward with a fierce, effortless jerk that sent her sprawling onto the frozen gravel floorboards. The waterproof satchel slipped from her grip, and the stolen routing tokens spilled across the wet stones. "Get your hands off me!" Valerie shrieked, her voice cracking with a high, desperate panic as she scrambled backward until her spine hit the rusted iron frame of the drainage grate.

Beside him, little Valeria, her dark curls bouncing slightly as she laughed, her striking golden amber eyes inherited straight from Damian, was carefully building a mini-fortress using smooth wooden blocks, her small silver signet pendant glinting in the firelight. Standing twenty feet away at the edge of the sweeping, floor-to-ceiling panoramic glass wall, looking out over the illuminated city below, stood Matriarch Valerie Vance. She was the picture of breathtaking, sovereign perfection. Valerie wore a sweeping, form-fitting gown of dark velvet, its deep jewel tone emphasizing her radiant porcelain skin and long, graceful silhouette. Her thick, glossy dark hair was styled in an elegant, sw

She moved back, going to stand hand in hand with my supposed mate. “What are you gaining from this?” I couldn’t help but ask, though trying to buy myself and April a little time, maybe I could still get a chance to rescue her. “You don’t have to know. You’d be dead in a few minutes.” She replied in a cold, emotionless tone. “Come on, don’t give me that look, Valerie, you have no idea how much of a pleasure it is to watch your execution,” Eve spoke with a cocky smile and crouched before me, letting out small giggles. “You had a tough reputation. It’s disgusting to see you toss that away at your death.”

"I have business to attend to." Turning Vladimier gave me a swift kiss on the lips before brushing a hand along my cheek. Smiling, he turned and headed back into his office, slamming the door shut behind him. Now alone with my tutor, I tried to plaster a smile on my face to show that I meant no harm, given the hostility and now repose I was getting from him. "Nice to meet you, Geofrey. I'm Valerie." I offered, holding up a hand. "How did you do it?" Geofrey asked instead, leaning closer to me and narrowing his gaze. "How did you manage to be reborn?"

My eyes moved fast until they stopped on one name. Valerie. For a second, the air shifted. I read it more slowly this time. Valerie Vale. My jaw tightened. The image that loaded beneath the name erased all doubt. Vale. Liora’s friend. The quiet, charming one she spoke about and trusted enough to bring back into her world. But to me, Valerie was the submissive Nikolai sent to my hotel room in Toronto. The woman who knows exactly how to turn sin into art. Pretending she didn’t know whose bed she was walking into.