Romans & histoires Valerie Irene

Lisa taunted, raising an eyebrow mockingly. "You bitch!” Valerie said vexedly, wishing she could stand up and slap Lisa across her beautifully made face, and leave a permanent mark, but sadly she can't, “Your fucking husband did this to me. His deranged assailant left me for dead, with damn knives stuck in each of my legs, I went through excruciating pain for days! And now I can never walk again!" Valerie seethed with hatred and anger as she spoke every word. "Now, I will have my revenge by taking away his most prized possession… His precious Jade," she added, her eyes burning with vengeful determination, and turned to her men and said, “How do you think Trey will feel when he sees a superhe

Valerie was stunning! Valerie's fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders in luscious waves, framing a face that could have graced the cover of any magazine. Her green eyes sparkled with warmth and intelligence, holding a depth that spoke of a life fully lived. Even in a simple blouse and jeans, Valerie exuded an effortless grace and beauty that left Riley feeling plain and unremarkable in comparison.

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.

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

Only Directors have Sigma clearance. This means that not even Karen Anderson is able to check her own file. It seems a trifle strange. Ingrid has checked her own file quite a few times out of curiosity. She knows that if the company turned against her and wanted her dead they would probably not make it public on the company intranet. With this revelation, her lip twitches ever so slightly into a sneer. She whispers, so that the other inhabitant of the room won’t hear. “So if that’s the case Karen, why the hell do the Directors have your personnel record locked up?”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. The woman—Mrs. Vale, apparently—watched me with something like amusement. “You’ve got fire. He always liked that.” “Enough,” Lucien said again, this time more forcefully. “You’re not part of this anymore.” “Not part of it?” she repeated. “Lucien, I built this life with you. I helped you steal that data. And now you’re hiding with her?” Her words landed like shards of glass. I didn’t want to care, but I did. I hated that I did.

"Under what name?" I understood what he was asking. Was I still Lina Vale, the woman with no past, or Elena Valenti, the daughter who had walked away? I tightened my fingers around the mug. "Elena Valenti."

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

I flinched as his fingers touched a spot on my back. “Get your filthy hands off me!” I said through gritted teeth. “I am so sorry Valerie. I never knew they would do this to you. Are you alright?” I scoffed and dragged his hand away from my face. “Do I look alright to you?” I said, weaker than I’d like to sound. He must have noticed the hate in my words and actions so he stood and took a deep breath. I swallowed the bile of tears that wanted to escape my throat and looked at him, unblinking.