Valerie Bertinelli Novels & Stories

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

"We shouldn't bother the security staff over something so small. It was just a misunderstanding. Really, Aunt Selene, I don't want to make this into a bigger issue." She swayed slightly, pressing a hand to her forehead like she was about to faint. It was a good performance. It was exactly the kind of performance Bella would have given. I scoffed. "Why? Are you afraid of what the footage will show?" Valeria's eyes snapped to me. For one brief moment, the mask slipped. Pure hatred blazed in her gaze. Then it was gone, replaced by the trembling victim again. "Aunt Selene," Valeria whispered. "I feel faint. Can we please just go?"

NORA Every head in the room whips around. Marcellus's expression darkens with icy annoyance. Someone dared to interrupt his perfectly orchestrated trap. A familiar voice echoes through the stunned silence like a battle cry. "ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT!" Valentina, my chaotic best friend who is fresh off a flight from Paris by the looks of her oversized sunglasses and designer travel outfit, storms down the aisle like she's walking a runway. Photographers are having the time of their lives. The priest looks like he's questioning everything.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” “I thought you must have seen the news.” I arched an eyebrow at her, wondering what news she was speaking about. She hesitated, but still turned on her iPad and dropped it in front of me. The headlines had me going still. ‘SERENA VALE: GIRLFRIEND OF BOTH VETROV AND MORETTI HEIRS SLEEPING HER WAY TO THE TOP?’

I asked Teresa after I took my seat, but with my gaze fixed on the screen of her phone. She came and sat beside me, took the cell phone from my hand, thus making me stare at her, only for her to return the cell phone to me seconds later. I collected the cell phone from her hand, and then, I totally forgot about her existence as I read through the viral videos and the posts which people had uploaded online for our entertainment. {Oh my goodness. Look at the way our actress Valentina is crying for her father-in-law. The same father-in-law who disliked her. She even fainted for him!}

I found her nervous behind me, this is her first time as a model so I know she would be nervous considering her being camera shy at the party red carpet. I so wanted to hold her hand and tell her she can do it but she hates me. I am sure the only reason she was doing this was because my secretary pleaded with her to. "Nervous?" I spoke to her. She said nothing, I felt like a coward. "On ten counts. Ms Valerie, can you give us five different romantic poses with your partner,let's go!” Selena instructed. Val shifted stiffly to me , avoiding my eyes like a plague then smiled awkwardly at the camera aware of my gaze at her.

Marcus wasn’t sure. Valerie turned on the TV and put on Serenity’s favorite show to keep her occupied while she got ready for work. She washed up and went to her small wardrobe to find something to wear. Most employees at the office wore standard company shirts, which they could pair with skirts or pants. Lately, Valerie had been sticking exclusively to pants.

“That’s your cue, Mama.” “Stop calling me that,” I muttered, but followed her anyway. We’d barely taken a few steps when the door to one of the consultation rooms opened, and someone stepped out. Valeria. Or rather, Valeria Lombardi now, eight, maybe nine months along, her belly round beneath a loose beige dress. She looked pale and tired, like all the light had been drained from her. The kind of exhaustion that didn’t come from pregnancy, but from surviving someone like Rino.

Moments feel like hours. Jaxson's body burns with anguish as both he and Fenrir feel the light she ignited wither away. "Valerie-… Just a little longer. Please!" Jaxson words fall into a desperate plea, refusing to believe this is it for her. But it's hard to accept that when her lips, skin, and hair are all frozen. Her body is still. Inert. Dead. She's dead. "V-Valerie," Theia whispers. She falls to her knees beside her head. Neither acknowledges the flock of Harpies watching them.

Melanie argues. “We are not allowed to receive tips while we are in uniform,” Valeri answers her, gesturing to the uniform that she has on, which is a sleek black blazer, crisp white top, and tailored trousers. Valeri also has a simple silver necklace, stud earrings, and a classic watch. Her makeup is understated, yet elegant, emphasizing her natural features.