Valerie Knight Novels & Stories

And Valerie Sinclair would remind him, and the world, exactly what it cost to underestimate her. She picked up her phone again, opened a secure line, and typed a single command to her private investigator: Valerie: Start with Hart. I want everything. Somewhere across the city, gears were already turning, and Valerie had no idea that the first truth uncovered would change the rules of Eclipse entirely. The city didn’t sleep. It watched. Valerie stood barefoot on the cold marble of her penthouse terrace, dawn long gone, night fully settled. Below her, Los Angeles pulsed, headlights threading through streets like veins carrying ambition, hunger, greed. The world she ruled, challenged, and now p

I replied, keeping my expression perfectly neutral as I turned to face her. "Don't insult my intelligence," Valerie said, walking slowly toward me, her boots crunching rhythmically in the deep snow. "I've fought across the northern borders for a decade. I know a warrior when I see one. The way you balance your weight, the lack of fear in your eyes when an Alpha growls you are no low-ranking Omega orphan." She stopped less than two feet away, her ice-blue eyes boring into mine. "And yet," Valerie continued, leaning in close enough that I could smell the metallic tang of winter on her breath, "your scent is completely dead. It’s a beautifully crafted lie. But every lie has a flaw."

I literally started to panic, Javier is sleep on the couch and Kaylen is too. Valerie pours us some whiskey and she sits on the floor , legs crisscrossed and she said " Luna my love what happened at the restaurant!" I huffed my held my head up high and I sipped on the whiskey. Looking Valerie directly in the eyes I sternly said, " she cornered me in the hallway asking why was I here." Puzzled Valerie looks at me asking "did you know her?" " is she a carmen fan" "omg lunnnaaa "

The slippery, conniving, green snake who had lied to Cordy that I cheated on him with his beta. All I wanted to do at that point was get off the bed and pull that annoyingly gorgeous hair out from her hair sockets and then watch as they fall to the floor strand by strand until she becomes bald like alpha Lockwood. But I didn’t do that…yet. “I have no need to talk to a figment of my imagination. You should go back to the land of the living and find the people who need you there” A confused look graced her face before changing up to pure amusement. “Hold on, Valerie; don’t tell me that you think you’re already dead and in some kind of alternate universe?”

“There you are.” He moved me behind him. Slow. Shielding my stomach with his whole body. “How?” he said. Flat. CEO Adrian Knight was gone. This was _him_ — the one who knelt for me. The one who threw a phone in the ocean. “How?” Valeria laughed. “You think $20 million covers private investigators, darling? You think the board wants a _cleaner’s_ bastard as heir to Knight Tower?” Cleaner. Bastard. Heir. Every word a knife.

countdown. "By Valentine’s Day," she said, looking at her reflection in a "Broken" mirror, "Ethan Hawke will find that love isn't a 'System-Stabilizer.' It’s the 'Human Error' that will finally 'Liquidate' him." The "250-chapter" war was no longer about corporate boardrooms. It had become a "Mechanical" race to the finish line of a young boy's life. The "Secret Alliance" was moving toward the "Home-Node," and the "Gilded Cage" was preparing to snap shut on the only "Absolute" truth Ethan had left.

Good. As I walked toward the exit tunnels with Tyrone by my side, I felt the weight of ten years of peace behind me and the fire of a decade-old war ahead. I was Valerie, the Detective Alpha, and I was going to find out exactly who had stolen the life I was supposed to have. From the distance, Tyrone stood near the gates looking as handsome as ever. I smiled but he doesn't return it. Grabbing me by the waist, he planted a deep, intoxicating kiss on my lips almost stealing my breath away. He pulled back only to say.

Not when Ace’s safety hung on my silence. So I made sure she found what she was looking for. I sent false reports. I left coded notes where her spies would “accidentally” find them. Notes detailing Santini’s meetings with the rogue shifters. Notes about weapons transfers that didn’t exist. She swallowed every word. Or so I thought By the fourth week, I realized Valentina had sent someone new, not one of her usual spies, but one of her knights. Knights weren’t human. They weren’t fully vampyre either. They were something in between, monsters molded by loyalty and obsession.

“Your men are tearing the woods apart like mad dogs. They say you think she’s a spy. They say you want her locked up.” Noah crossed his arms over his chest. The moonlight showed his face. It was cold. Empty. The woven bracelet on his wrist looked like a black snake in the night. “She hides things,” Noah said. His voice was flat, with no feeling. “She knows things she should not. About Lucien. About the old packs and their wars. Why? How does a mute girl know these things?” “She is my mate!” Neal took a step closer, his body tense. “She has a family somewhere! A mother and a father who miss her! A brother who loves her! She is Valerie, a good, kind girl, not some spy!”

How could Valerie have anything to do with the Alpha King? His Beta swallowed hard. "I did some digging. Three years ago, the Alpha King's only daughter ran away from home. The timeline matches perfectly with when Valerie arrived here." The truth crashed down on him. No matter how impossible it seemed, Wyatt understood. Valerie wasn't just Valerie. She was Valerie Sterling. The heir to the Alpha King. His Beta quickly sent over the files. Wyatt read them once. Then again. Valerie Sterling. The only daughter of Alpha King Alaric, who hid her identity to escape her fated mate.