Gotham Valerie Vale Novels & Stories

Valerie walked into the apartment building, making sure the door was closed tightly behind her, and then stripped as she was ordered to do whenever she was inside the building. It was one of the first rules Damien gave her once she discovered that Holly had known all along he was using her for his own sex games, that they had actually had a bet about it all, a bet Damien had won, proving that Valerie was eager to be a depraved slut for him. Sighing, she draped her clothes over her briefcase and continued, naked, up the stairs to her apartment.

anger gripped her tightly, Valerie spoke before her mind caught up with what she had done. "No!" She snaps, her tone held a lethal edge foreign to her ears. Watching her former Alphas' expression twist into surprise. "I will not become a rogue. I promise you that." He saw the promise in her eyes, familiar to the look he'd given her earlier when he promised to kill her. Her eyes burned like fire and brimstone. But he gave a single glance at her weak, pathetic figure and scoffed. "We shall see. Until next time, daughter." And as the lighting cracks open the sky, he's gone. Left in a world unknown to her; a world of strange creatures, Kings and Queens, darkness and light all sewn together by m

The slippery, conniving, green snake who had lied to Cordy that I cheated on him with his beta. All I wanted to do at that point was get off the bed and pull that annoyingly gorgeous hair out from her hair sockets and then watch as they fall to the floor strand by strand until she becomes bald like alpha Lockwood. But I didn’t do that…yet. “I have no need to talk to a figment of my imagination. You should go back to the land of the living and find the people who need you there” A confused look graced her face before changing up to pure amusement. “Hold on, Valerie; don’t tell me that you think you’re already dead and in some kind of alternate universe?”

“I’m here to see Mr Thompson. Spencer Thompson.” The guards exchanged a brief glance before one of them nodded and stepped aside, speaking into a discreet earpiece. Moments later, a sleek black door swung open, and a well-dressed aide escorted Valerie inside. As she entered the mansion, Valerie’s eyes widened at the opulent décor. Marble floors gleamed beneath her feet, and lavish artwork adorned the walls. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and polished wood. She was led through a labyrinthine hallway, past ornate doorways and crystal chandeliers, to a grand office where Spencer Thompson sat.

**Third person** Wait… Valerie just stood still for a few minutes, her mind blank, her head spinning. A gentle tap from Elliot had her snapping out of her daze. She looked up at her robot. “It's fine, he's a friend. Give us a moment, please,” she murmured absentmindedly. Elliot glanced at Victor briefly, a warning flashing in his eyes before he stepped back. As Valerie's eyes locked onto Victor's, she felt goosebumps erupt all over her skin. The initials "VA" flashed into her mind. He was the anonymous person who had been helping her all along. How??

At the far end of the brick corridor, where the tunnel expanded into a massive, vaulted chamber beneath the rail yard, a single work light was dangling from a rusted ceiling chain. Standing beneath the amber glare of the bulb, her black silk trench coat splattered with grease and muddy water, was Valerie. She had taken off her hat, her dark hair falling around her face in perfect, glossy waves that matched Vivian’s exactly. She looked like a mirror image that had been corrupted by grease and desperation. She was leaning against a rusted iron valve wheel, one hand resting on the handle of a silver medical transport gurney where Leo lay motionless under the thermal blanket. In her right hand,

“If you’ve come to gloat, Alonzo, I swear... “It’s not Alonzo.” Hyde turned sharply. "What the hell are you doing out here?” “Go back, Valerie,” he said roughly. But of course she didn’t. Valerie stepped into the space, standing tall, and fiercely elegance. Her long dark cloak hugged her form as she stopped a few feet away, her arms crossed and brow furrowed. Valerie used to be one of his mistresses, until he got married to Kiara. She was among the few people who weren't exactly very scared of him, in fact, she trained beside him until she was strong enough to go to battles with him.

Ava stiffened, but Damien stepped forward, protective, “No. We didn’t steal anything, she was never yours to claim.” Valentina laughed bitterly, her hands spreading in mock surrender. “Never mine? I found her bleeding on a roadside, broken and abandoned. Where were you then, Roth? Drowning in your wealth? She was dying, and I gave her life. I gave her a name when she had none. Valerie is mine because I made her.” Selena flinched at the name—Valerie. It was fading already, crumbling at the edges, but Valentina’s voice wrapped around it like chains.

she asked, showing me Zayne’s smartphone. That idiot left it with her. What if she is some spy set to destroy this city? “Touching his phone makes you special?” I replied, trying to act unmoved even though I had never dared touch that phone without expecting to be amputated. “Exactly…” She grinned widely. “You see, Valerie. You should be more humble.” “Venom,” I corrected instinctively, even though I knew she’d used my real name on purpose. “Your life isn’t as untouchable as you think, Valerie. I warned you earlier. I could end your life right here in this so-called city of yours with just a snap of my finger.”

“The magic pulse came from this valley. She’s here.” She. The spy. The mute girl with eyes that saw too much. Valerie. The demon hated her. It also… wanted her. The feelings mixed together in my gut, making me sick. I pushed through a wall of vines. And then, I stopped. We stood at the edge of a small, perfect valley. In the center was a wall of gray rock. It should have looked ordinary. But it wasn’t. The air in front of it shimmered, like heat off a road. A ward. An incredibly powerful one.