Icarly Valerie Novelas e Histórias

" Valerie York's booming voice echoed around the cemetery. She was hauling two huge candles with her as she shot a disdainful glare at me. A violent shiver coursed through me when I heard her familiar voice. I hadn't died in the deep sea with the dark reefs. Instead, I had been reborn. I had returned to the day when Valerie insisted on illegally starting a fire on the mountain. The other employees stopped what they were doing and shot strange looks at me. From their perspective, I was the CEO's wife, but I was also an evil control freak. I was always finding reasons to target and harass their boss' carefree best friend.

Valerie The silence on the other hand had stilled a tiny fear inside of me. Did I say too much? Was my best friend now raging mad at me? The clanking and crashing sound could be heard from the other side. "Shay, are you fine?" No response. “Shay?” I called out her again. "I'm just taking the baseball bat out Valerie! I’m going to beat the shit out of that fucking Drew!!" She shouted through the phone making me cringe and almost making me lose my ear drum. "And about that cooking," she paused.

“What happened to Valerie? Speak to me Danica.” “She's dying and she needs your help. You're the only one in this whole wide world who can save her.” “I still don't understand.. what are you saying? How can I be the one?” I threw up my hands in the air, frustrated. “She's your daughter. Valerie is your daughter, Ivan.” My eyes widened in shock at first but then I threw my head and laughed out. So much for having a bad day at work. “I never knew you to be a joker, Danica,” I said dismissively. “Now that I know, you're not doing so bad at it.”

The old woman asked and Valerie shook her head in refusal. "I like this one, let's go" she didn't care of which clothes she goes out with, she only needed to take a walk. When they were ready, she left with grandma Riri. In the BT cartel, Martin was sitting in his office and working on his computer when his phone beeped. He looked to see a picture of Valerie in her thick sweater outside. He began starting at how pretty looked even though her smile in the picture was really fake, she looked so pleasant to admire.

She responded before changing the subject and grabbed her belongings before leaving with the short-haired girl. Valerie Farrell is a hardworking employee who is also independent. She grew up in a wealthy household with a strong background and education, but once she graduated from college, she decided to work for herself and not rely on her parents or relatives for money. She has beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, an angelic lip shape, and an hourglass figure. Despite her hectic schedule, Valerie enjoys taking care of herself and her appearance.

The words leave both our mouths at once, choked, strangled. Valerie nods, tears streaming. “She must have found out.” Her voice broke into the silence. “That she wasn’t my daughter." Her fingers twist the kerchief, clutching it like it’s the only thing holding her together. “She started digging… old hospital records, private investigators, questions buried in her emails. And then—” Valerie swallows hard, her breath shaking. “She started visiting that club.” “To do what?” I ask. Valerie doesn’t respond at first, staring blankly.

What she said next shocked Morticia. "That's great news. I hope she doesn’t recover." After her words, Valerie returned her gaze to her phone. "That’s so cruel. Why do you hate her so much?" Morticia couldn't help but ask. "Why do you want to know?" "Because she's my brother's girlfriend, and she seems nice," Morticia replied. "Yeah, she’s the nicest person on earth," sarcasm laced in Valerie's voice. Morticia shook her head and pulled out her diary, writing about her experiences—her moments with Jamie, and how they shared their second kiss.

“Let me guess. You borrowed mum’s earrings again?” “No,” Valery muttered, closing the door behind her. “Promise you won’t snitch to mum and dad?” Jenny stretched out like a cat and patted the spot on her bed beside her. “Talk.” Valery sat, nibbling on her bottom lip. “I think I’m falling.” Jenny raised a brow. “Falling where?” Valery stared at her hands, not knowing how to spill the beans. “For Riley, a boy in my class. Problem is, Margret liked him first.”

Maeve teased and Valerie laughed, the sounds of her laughter were like music to Alexei’s ears a he thought about how much he’d missed her. “Stop, I’m being serious,” She answered, dismissing Maeve as she dropped her bag on the floor that was covered in leaves, the place looked familiar but it was no where around York University, “I’ve been hiding something from you guys.” She added and the curiosity on the face of her friends grew. “I’m Valerie Velez.” She spoke like she was choosing her words carefully, it wasn’t easy to say what she was about to. “We know that, you’re scaring us, just please go straight to the point.” Camden spoke and she nodded.

Valerie asked as she stood up and walked towards the fridge, as if to avoid the conversation. “We all know you are humorous. But that was not real. That was a bit_I don’t know... extra?” Gracie explained. “What’s wrong with me being happy?” Valerie asked. “Nothing wrong with you being happy. Except you were just a little too happy,” Gracie hinted. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Valerie asked. Gracie walked closer to her and looked straight into her eyes. “Are you using, Valerie?” Gracie asked. Valerie scoffed. “Are you nuts? Can you hear yourself talk?” Valerie denied, avoiding Gracie’s eyes.