Valerie Cossette Novels & Stories

Valerie begged desperately, "Austin, please stop saying hurtful things. I know I was wrong before, and I've apologized. What more do you want? Aren't you here because you still love me?" I shook my head. "I stopped loving you long ago. I'm only here to see how things turned out for you." "I don't believe you," said Valerie, her face turning pale. "If you didn't love me, why did you agree to let me have a test-tube baby with Eugene? If you didn't love me, why did you arrange such a professional medical team for me, taking such good care of me and..." Halfway through her sentence, Valerie had an epiphany. She looked at me in disbelief. "You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medi

“Damn, I thought she had some nice tits, but those things are fucking huge.” “Are you going to leave the door open?” Damien asked, smirking at her. “I mean, earlier you were so worried about people seeing you naked out there, and now, you’re standing there with the door wide open and your naked body on display.” Valerie jumped, spinning quickly, and closing the door behind her. Her nerves rattled as she stood there, wanting desperately to cover her body, but knowing Damien would only make her drop her arms, anyway.

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

My body started heating up and I released air from my lungs to calm myself down a bit. "My Leaf boy do you like my clothes?" She drew closer to me grinning and twirling round showing me her massive bum. Damn Melissa!!!. "Yes I like it, you look very beautiful" I replied her and her smiled widened more. She instantly ran to the saleswoman and hugged her tightly. "My leaf boy said I look very beautiful" she grinned as the woman smiled and patted her back. Yes Lissa, I told you already. You are exceptionally beautiful just like an angel she uttered and a little frown settled on Melissa's face. "What's an angel?" She asked her confusedly as her frown deepened.

“Aren't you going to meet up with Mr. Delouse?" “Yes, I Am." “Is it alright if I close up your office a little early today ? My boyfriend has two tickets to the symphony tonight, and he wanted to take me." Valerie looked like a very sweet, pretty eighteen-year-old brunette. Coral knew that Even though she was young she still was one of the most organized and mature people she had ever been acquainted with. She was also kind and always went that extra step to make sure her work was quality. She was glad she had hired Valerie, and now she would be able to keep her on and hire her full time.

Luna was becoming a gravitational force, Adrian had always suspected she would, but the shift in the industry wasn’t just about her, it was about the people she was inspiring, and one of them had just walked in. A ripple moved through the room, not loud, but unmistakable. Luna followed the change in atmosphere to the woman entering with the kind of presence that didn’t need flash or noise. Valerie Sinclair, Damien’s sister. Fashion empire owner. Cover mimic-breaker. A woman whose power was as sharp as the lines of the suit she wore, deep emerald, tailored to perfection. Valerie spotted Luna instantly. Her expression didn’t change, but her gaze sharpened, assessing, impressed, curious, and Lu

"Let him." But we didn't get to enjoy the victory for long, because Valerie Prescott and her two faithful minions, Maddison and Brittany, were already strutting toward us, looking like they were ready for a fight. "I will handle her," Kade muttered, shifting his weight on his crutches. "Don't," I said quickly. "Let's just ignore her, Kade, she just wants a reaction." "That will be hard to do given Valerie lives to annoy the hell out of me," Kade grumbled, making me laugh just as Valerie stopped in front of us, dressed in a stunning silver gown that probably cost more than my apartment.

Maeve snarled and Valerie scoffed. “Oh. Please,” she rolled her eyes, “you still coming to pick me up? I don’t wanna drive.” She added. “Fine! I’m coming, better be ready before I get there.” Maeve finally answered after a while of silence causing Valerie to wonder. Valerie rushed to the bathroom and hastily had her bath, she got out and threw her clothes on, wearing a pair of leggings and a really short skirt above it, showing her perfectly straight legs, with a black striped top, dropping her full hair instead of making it into her usual ponytail, she threw some lipstick on and dashed out of her room. She got downstairs to a fully set table.

One knocked once, waited, and opened it. “He’s ready for you.” She stepped into a study bathed in late afternoon light. Wooden beams crossed the high ceiling, and thick velvet drapes were drawn halfway open. At the far end of the room, behind a heavy oak desk, sat Valerie Constello- Gates. She was younger than she expected—mid- twenties, with silver hair swept back and sharp eyes the color of old coins. She wore a tailored black ankle length dress, with a silver sandal. She didn’t stand.

Valerie, displeased with the error, rudely hit the artist's hand away and snapped, "How dare you! Do you know who I am? I'm Mrs. Collins, Trey Collins' wife. How dare you treat me like that?" The makeup artist, flustered, pleaded, "I'm... I'm sorry, madam. I didn't mean to. Please don't feel obligated to pay me for my service." Valerie's response was boastful as she replied, "You're forgiven, but don't forget who I am. Hurry up; you don't know when my husband will arrive."