Gotham Valerie Vale Novels & Stories

"And nobody, nobody at all will do anything about it.” “Oh, really Mr. Rodgruiez?” her voice taunting, “I think you must have hit your head somewhere tonight. You seem to have forgotten exactly who I am.” She teased and my smirk faltered a bit. “I am Valerie, yes, but not the one you used to know. I am Valerie Ann Maria Hernandez, granddaughter of Henry Hernandez and I run this city. Let that stick to your brains!” she spat confidently.

If she hadn’t been stopped by that voice, she might’ve killed Diana before she knew it. ********** Scratching her eyes lightly, she got up to start preparing for school, every morning she gets excited about going to school but sometimes it eventually isn’t worth it. Wearing a black top and a black knee length skirt, matching it with her little black bag, black eye shadow and basically everything she was on was black. Valerie had decided she was going gothic to school today and if anyone messes with her after reading her reaction, whatever the consequence might be, the person would have to endure it.

Lisa taunted, raising an eyebrow mockingly. "You bitch!” Valerie said vexedly, wishing she could stand up and slap Lisa across her beautifully made face, and leave a permanent mark, but sadly she can't, “Your fucking husband did this to me. His deranged assailant left me for dead, with damn knives stuck in each of my legs, I went through excruciating pain for days! And now I can never walk again!" Valerie seethed with hatred and anger as she spoke every word. "Now, I will have my revenge by taking away his most prized possession… His precious Jade," she added, her eyes burning with vengeful determination, and turned to her men and said, “How do you think Trey will feel when he sees a superhe

Two hours after Valerie woke up, she found herself sitting infront of the vanity while her maids working on her hair and makeup. Usually she would have told them not to bother as she doesn't like to wear makeup. But today she is too numb to open her mouth and tell them to leave her alone. She is wearing a black dress, the colour of the Raven's. She picked this colour for Raphael. She is missing him too much and the pain is unbearable. She is constantly touching the pendant around her neck.

"Sino ka? At anong kailangan mo sa akin?" ​Lumabas ang isang dalaga. Halos kasing-edad lang niya. Nakasuot ito ng tactical leather jacket, may mahabang itim na buhok, at mga matang tila nakakita na ng maraming giyera. Siya si Valerie. ​"Ang kailangan ko ay ang tulong mo para pigilan ang Daddy mo," diretsong sabi ni Valerie. ​"Anong sinabi mo?" galit na tugon ni Liam. "Hindi mo kilala ang Daddy ko. He’s a hero."

“Valerie Cavitt is my name and spilling your blood shall be my fame.” I studied the female Rogue that spoke. “Valerie Cavitt,” I repeated, more like calling out her name for a challenge. I knew her face, her hair and eyes. She was the Rogue acquainted with Hestia when Zarion and I visited his father. I knew it. The dimly lit area of this forest was filled with tension as I stood face-to-face with Valerie, a notorious Rogue with ties to Hestia. I glared into her defiant eyes, my own filled with determination. I had come too far, risked too much, to let her slip through my fingers without extracting the truth.

“You can't be here because you're...” “Dead?” Valerie asked, taking another step toward her. She was dressed just as she was the last time Rodriguez saw her, tattered black jeans and an “I Love New York” t-shirt, her knockoff sneakers still somehow making the same hollow footstep sounds as the goth girl's boots. Rodriguez nodded her head. “Well, yeah, I'm dead, sis. Dead because I couldn't keep my ass out of trouble.”

Valerie wiggles out of her mates' arms trying not to wake them. She runs to take a quick shower and gets dressed for the day. She peeks out of the bathroom to make sure they are still asleep before slipping out of the room. Valerie wiggles out of her mates' arms trying not to wake them. She runs and takes a quick shower and gets dressed for the day. She peeks out of the bathroom to make sure they are still asleep before slipping out of the room.

Again she slipped out a folded piece of brown paper from her cleavage. I trailed off, looking at the brown flier she held in her hands. Her eyes slowly moving along lines of writing on the front side. I stood immediately, towering over her. “Valerie Mo'monte?” She asked. Indeed it was Valerie’s name on the Track and a good depiction of her face printed onto it. I’ve found it! My heart beat for joy and the pain from the welt on my leg suddenly disappeared. I snatched the Track from Sylria’s hands turning around and examining it. The Alpha Emeral indeed was a twisted and coning man, putting such a huge Bounty on Valerie’s head. This was the case, I was sure she would be in total refuge from pr

Valerie looked down at her feet, not having an answer to it. “You don't get to talk to my pack members this way, Scarlet,” I said. She really needs to be put in her place. I ran my eyes over her look. She was wearing a spaghetti black dress with a very deep neckline that did nothing to hide her breast and left very little to imagination. A slit ran along the mid of her thigh to the end of the dress and she tied the look up with matching heels. She definitely wanted attention today. And I would hate to say it, but she definitely would get it. “I just came to witness Xavier's mistake. I wanted to know over what piece of trash was he ready to give up on real gold.” Valerie gasped at her harsh w