Jerome Valeska Gotham Novels & Stories

Just a file drop with a single encrypted note attached. Crest Vantage has a ghost. Inside man, that moves money so clean it looks like magic. Goes by R. Vale in the books. Real name’s probably Elias Vale. Watch your back...he’s deep in Black family shit. Elias Vale. I stared at the name until it burned into my brain. Not some outsider, someone inside the Black organization. Quiet money guy. The kind who probably knew where all the bodies were buried because he handled the payments for the shovels.

the other woman said, scoffing. “Ignore them,” Ivy said as Valerie slid into her chair. “They’ve been like this since the semester started.” She then went around the room, introducing everyone. The bickering duo were Mark Jensen and Mary Robertson, the younger female student was Katrina Jacobs, and the other two men were Scott Younger, who was the one in his forties, and Tom Bates. “This is our latest Hampton victim, Valerie Tanner.” Everyone said their hellos as the server arrived to take Valerie’s drink order, choosing a glass of Merlot for now.

Gertrude stopped to catch her breath and watched how Velmont and Deltas lured the golems away from her. They continued running while Velmont tried to scan every room using the coin. “Thank god these golems are slow.” He said playfully as he pointed the coin to every corner while the Deltas made sure of his safety. Delta Dimitry chuckles, making light of their situation while Delta Sevy is looking at Velmont with scrutiny. He wants to ask him about Vesper. “Vesper is a vampire, and she works with the detectives. "Now there are vampires around the manor fighting alongside us against the Black Order,” he said to himself.

He felt disgusted, and not betrayed, but disgusted by the fact that he never thought someone was forcing Stacy to divorce him all that while and that person was Debbie and Liam and the baby doesn't even belong to Liam at all. His heart was heavy, reminiscing everything that happened in a flash. His phone rang and it was a call from the state station. He angrily slammed his hands on the car and entered, driving state to the State station as his attention was needed urgently. * On arriving there, Jerome was directed to the Inspector's office and he welcomed him in. Mr Moses, the hacker, and some officers were inside. "Good day, officer." Jerome greeted as he stared at them. "Welcome, Mr. Jerom

Because that’s what I am. No contract can change that. No payment can erase it. No billionaire can buy it back. They’re mine. And I’ll die before I let them forget that. I walked to work slow. Let the sun warm my face. Felt Nate stretch like he was greeting the day. Leo stayed low, quiet, watchful. I passed a woman with a stroller. She smiled. I didn’t look away. Not this time. Because I’m not invisible. I’m Remy Vale.

Mel's voice is tinged with warning, and I still don't get why. "Let me spill it out for you, shall I? Jerome Cavalsgh works as a special operator in a very popular yet undercover Crime organization. Popular for their very successful and discreet operations. Their organization's operation is solely about getting crime off the streets, and we have just landed one of the most wanted mob gangsters in their hands," Mel rounds the table till she's standing in front of me, making sure my eyes are fixed on hers. "This could all come back to us."

She'd been helping take down a criminal organization in Chicago when Renata had come looking to recruit for Shane. "How did you become a were, if you don't mind my asking?" Yosyp asked from the back seat. "I was in Brazil and was spending some hard earned money on . . . extra-curricular activities." "Sex? You can't possibly be telling me that YOU --" Shamira was shocked at the notion. Valeska, like everyone else in the house, was the kind of person you paid to be WITH. "Well, I kind of had . . . have certain things I like which I wouldn't trust to just anyone," Valeska said with an unrepentant smirk. "Besides being submissive, I'm into erotic asphyxiation."

Erica and I swiped our key cards and retrieved visitor passes from the reception desk for my brother and the other wolf. "My name is Alec," he introduced, "I am the one meant to be watching Jason today." Alec was tall with a broad, muscular build. His t-shirt clung to his biceps but was loose around the torso and his jeans were snug around the thighs. You didn't have to look twice to figure out that this guy worked out—going to the gym seemed like it should be his entire personality. He was fairly handsome, too, he was missing a head of hair but that gave him a rugged edge.