Valerie Irene Novels & Stories

The story was like a movie to us, I just couldn't believe Kamsy would ever, I exchanged glances with Valerie. "What.. What of the baby? Do you have any information?". Valerie asked, swimming in tears, she was emotional about losing her first love and friend but I felt nothing. In fact I wished they died more painfully. "Well sadly she killed her baby before going for the father, I am happy everything went well, God fought for you Val. You are a kind hearted lady and I am lucky to know you in person". Valerie smiled and dried her eyes. "Thanks Daniel".

Theo rushed into Irene’s office and saw her sprawled on the carpeted floor, crying. Theo bit his lip. He has never seen his friend act like this. “Sunshine?” he called out tenderly. “He is my mate,” she whispered. “The Alpha from Everest Pack. He is my mate. But why…” she hiccuped and it dawned on Theo that Irene was talking about their patient’s mate. “Wait, does that mean that Yvette back there is not his real mate?” he gasped.

My voice cracked and shook as I spoke. "I'm not who I say I am!" That was the first painful line, once I had gotten that through it was breaking the dam, the rest was the water that would easily rush out. "You're not Ariel from the Emerald kingdom?" He scoffed, chucking with a smile. "No, I'm not!" Slowly the smile on his face dropped and it was the first time he had looked at me with such an expression, not anger just indifference. "My name is Valerie, Valerie Mo'monte and I'm a noble from the Emerald kingdom..." When he did not say anything it gave me the zeal to continue. "My father loathed me for my existence and most of the kingdom that ever got to know me abhorred me.

Finally, Damian turned the pen around and offered it to Valerie, his amber eyes locked onto hers with reverent, fierce affection. "Your turn, Queen," Damian murmured softly. Valerie took the gold pen. Her fingers were completely steady, her dark obsidian eyes flashing with absolute, sovereign power as she brought the nib down to the heavy vellum page. Beneath the signatures of her Kings, she signed her name with effortless, regal grace: Valerie Vance, Matriarch of the East Coast and Sovereign Consigliere.

“My things are there. My neighbors are human. Nobody there can hear my heartbeat from another room.” Ares’s eyes moved to her. “And Ares is okay with that?” “He is.” “Surprisingly understanding of him.” Irene smiled. “He lets me continue living like the puny human I am.” Ruthven watched them for another moment before moving on. “Were you familiar with Lord Valcieri before you met him?” “Not personally.” “But you knew who he was.” “A little.” “His marriages?” Irene paused then said, “Well, I knew he had been married before.”

The heavy glass door slid open, entirely soundless. Valerie Cruz stepped onto the terrace, wearing a pair of comfortable dark trousers and a soft black tank top. Her short hair was slightly disheveled from sleep, and the warm Mediterranean sun illuminated the fading network of scars on her arms—battle lines from a life she had successfully left behind. She carried no hidden blades, no burner phones, and no tactical vests. She was entirely at peace.

He squeezed Allen hand when he saw him turn out of the corner of his eye, signalling him to stay quiet. "Of course, Sebestian, Allen, I wouldn't miss the wedding of the century now would I?" Valeria said haughtily. She heard the question in Sebestian voice and couldn't stop her eyes from sliding to the left to her mate. "I assume you have met my mate? The European representative for the fairy council, Ray" she said, holding her head up high at her mate's prestigious position, if she had to be mated to B-Class, at least he was important and in a position of power.

Ariel’s face went pale, her hand gripping her lipstick tightly. "Julian Vane is a lot of things," Valeria continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous, quiet calm. "But he has never belonged to anyone. Not five years ago, and definitely not to a girl who has to threaten reporters just to keep his attention. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a story to write. And trust me... you don't want to be the main character in it." Valeria walked toward the door, her white heels clicking confidently against the tile floor. She grabbed the handle, her hand perfectly steady, before she paused and looked back at the furious woman in the mirror.

Once they were gone, Valerie turned to Irene, who was still pressed against the wall, shaking like a leaf. "Irene" she said gently, approaching her, "Are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?" Irene shook her head, but she was crying profusely now. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Calder. I never wanted to cause any trouble. I just... I couldn't... I didn't know what to do." "You have nothing to apologize for," Valerie said firmly. "Nothing that happened here was your fault. Do you understand me? Nothing." Irene nodded, wiping her face with shaking hands.

Valerie “Blood crest has improved a lot since the last time I was here,” Mireya muses as the drive takes us through the city. I whip my head around to face her in shock. “You’ve been here before?” “I’m a rouge, Valerie.” she shrugs. “I’ve been everywhere. I only settled in Asheville because it felt more like home to me.”