Valerie Irene Novels & Stories

"Never has there been a bride more beautiful than you." "I'm sure you're just saying that." I said, feeling embarrassed. "There are many women out there much more beautiful than me." "No, no!" The other woman, Patty, said, raising a hand to her mouth. "You are the most beautiful, miss." "Please just call me Valerie." I begged for the umpteenth time. "Miss makes me uncomfortable." "I'm sorry, miss. I mean Valerie." She squeaked, her emerald eyes growing huge. "I'm so sorry if I have offended you!"

Being a good submissive she did as she always told to do so. "Yes, Master." _________________________________________ Valerie. She didn't know her full name from the day she born. She was born and grown up in an orphanage. But with only one thought. Being a slave of her master. She was born for him. She was grown up with keeping his name in her mind as her master. The person who owns her. Her days went by hearing his name continuously. Her nights went sleepless as her dreams also caught by his presence. There wasn't even a single day when she didn't hear herself being called as his slave. Whore. Slut. She knew she was his but again why her heart doesn't want to accept him. Why she still want

" 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 whispered, shocked and deeply moved. “For a long time, I didn’t understand why I hadn’t died too. Catherine—Grandma Catherine—took care of me diligently. I was in a coma for years. When I woke up, I was left with severe complications from all the gunshot wounds I’d suffered. I was basically a walking miracle. When you met me, you were just a child. I remember you clearly. And now I finally understand why your hand was burned that day. It was you! That day we met in the park—it was my last day in Valentia. You were a scared and injured little girl, but I couldn’t do more for you than what I gave. I lived in New York for a long time after that, where I met Olsen. She managed my rehabil

"We have not officially met, I am Valerie." Solana looked down at her hand as if it would bite her. I was guessing that she would not take it, but to my surprise, she reluctantly did. "Judging from the fact that I was once in your dungeons, I guess I don't need an introduction." Valerie's smile didn't falter, despite Solana's hostile attitude. "Yes, I know. Solana Ewan." "Nice to meet you, Luna." Solana said in a sarcastic tone, and now I wondered if Valerie was truly not annoyed, or was just too good at pretending. Because she even laughed.

Valerie squealed. “ very soon Val, so have you thought of a name?”.Layla asked Valerie. “ Carmen, your goddaughter’s name is Carmen”. Valerie beamed. ****************************************************************************** While they were still in the hospital, Layla would always stop by after work to check up on them and bring Valerie food and any other thing she needed. Valerie didn't know how to pay Layla back for everything she did for them but Layla would always say she would have done the same if they switched places.

Surprised gasps arose in the office at her lewd accusations. Valeria's lips curled into a dangerous and composed smile as she retrieved the golden invitation card from Cynthia. "Like I said, Cynthia Miller, I'm Valentina Wilson, the highest shareholder of Capernaum Royal Company. I will forgive you for mistaking me for someone you know, but if you ever address me so derogatorily, I'm afraid I won't be so nice."

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.

Valerie stopped in front of him and looked him straight in the eyes. “I’m Valerie Rossi.” Briggs scoffed and folded his arms across his chest. “I don’t care who you are. This is a prison transfer, and you have no authority here.” Valerie’s eyes narrowed, but she remained calm. “Oh, I think you’ll find that I have exactly the authority I need.” Briggs gave her a dismissive look. “She’s a prisoner. She’s been cleared for transfer. That’s all you need to know.”

Lynn and Erinn's recent behavior was weird and suspicious to Valerie, she knows how much Erinn doesn't like her, but suddenly she decides to be nice? "You wouldn't happen to be friends with my mom right?" Valerie asked. Maybe that's why they are being nice to her. Lynn smiled and looked at Valerie, "We're more of Allies than friends. Anyways… you're here to find out for yourself if Tyler is what your sister has been saying…. true?" Her question stunned Valerie for a moment. How does she know about that already?