Valerie Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

Damian had traded his tactical gear for a fitted dark suit that barely contained his colossal frame, his dark hair brushed back, his golden amber eyes burning with a dangerous, sharp intensity as he scanned the room for any sign of hesitation. And walking between them, taking center stage under the blazing light of the central crystal chandelier, was Valerie Vance. She was breathtaking, a vision of dark, regal majesty that commanded total, immediate subjugation. She wore a floor-length dark velvet gown that clung smoothly to her waist and hips, flowing down to the floor in a sleek, liquid wave. Around her neck sat a heavy collar of dark platinum and flawless black diamonds, the historic Vanc

Relief fluttered briefly in her chest. He stepped out first, tall and immaculate as ever. Valerie turned away, smoothing her dress, ready to greet him, but then, she froze. Damian walked to the passenger side and opened the door. A woman stepped out. Valerie's breath caught painfully in her throat. The porch light illuminated her profile, the curve of her face, and the unmistakable swell of her stomach beneath a loose, elegant dress. The world tilted. A chill ran through Valerie's spine as she stood there, frozen, watching Damian close the door and guide the woman forward with a hand resting protectively at her waist.

At the same moment, the two western lookouts Valerie had flagged collapsed silently into the mud. Anelle staggered back against her car, terror draining the color from her face as she realized the truth. "The Phantom... she didn't take the contract." "She belongs to me," Alessia said. A shadow materialized from the dark behind Anelle. Valerie dropped down from the rusted scaffolding, her ceramic blade drawn. In a fluid, terrifying blur, she disarmed Anelle's driver before he could pull his weapon, kicking him to the ground, and pinned Anelle against the side of the town car, the edge of her blade pressed firmly against the rival boss's throat.

What was she doing showing up here in the middle of the night? Damon spoke with a scowl. "Ms. Weir, if you're sick, I can call the psych ward for—" Before he could finish, Valarie slapped him across the face and glared at him. "Damon, I don't know how you got your memory back, but you're not innocent when it comes to Nyla's death. How dare you find someone who looks like her, keep her by your side, and even let her use Nyla's name?!" she demanded.

**VALERIE'S POV** The question Zoey asked brought tears into my eyes,if my parents were alive, life won't be this hard,I killed them,I wish I could go back and lock them in so they won't board the plane and die. "Well Prince here will feed you". I heard Zoey say,the word shock me. Boss feed me? I stole a glance at him and folded him frowning,Zoey is really tormenting her brother. "Danielle, please arrange the dining!” She shouted out to whoever owned that name. "Zoey can we talk? Right now!" Boss told her,she played deaf. "Come on to the dinner dearest sweet Valerie". Zoey is a kid who knows how to win a person's heart,she get sweet mouth no be small, I had to give in.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

I whirl around to glare at him, but he just leans casually against a nearby tombstone, smirking. “Something like that,” I mutter, turning back to the grave. “She and her little crew said I looked like crap, so I told her she didn’t exactly look impressive either.” There’s a loud, theatrical hoot behind me. “Well, well!” Valentine exclaims, clapping his hands. “North finally grows a spine! Shame it’s made of Styrofoam.” I snap my head around. “Excuse me?” “Come on,” he says, grinning. “That’s the best you could come up with? ‘You don’t look impressive’? She’s probably crying herself to sleep right now.”

“Yup. So did Karma.” “I mean,” he chuckled. “If anyone was going to get into some shady shit, it was Karma. If we’d had to place bets, I’d have said Karma ended up being an assassin.” “Not too far from the truth, she is my Sergeant at Arms as well as my second,” I laughed. “So how did the Valkyrie happen? How…just how are you where and who you are?” I smirked.

As soon a shay reached the office door she could here loud talking, she took a deep breath before knocking on the door slightly. "Come in" Mr Hyin voice bumped on the door. Shay slowly turned the doorknob and let herself in, she saw him around his desk and a teenage looking girl standing Infront him with her hands on her hips. She had brown straight hair, round face and same complexion as Mr Hyin. Definitely Koreans Shay thought. "Glad you finally decided to joined us Miss Valentine, first day and you're late" Mr Hyin said irritated. "I'm sor--- " This is Sun Hi my younger sister.... Sun Hi meet Miss Valentine your nanny" he introduce cutting Shay off.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i