Valerie Knight Novels & Stories

Valerie let her hand drop to the mattress. They thought she was an heiress. They thought she was a European princess or a syndicate daughter who had gracefully stepped into Killian’s world. If they only knew that three days ago she was standing in the pouring rain, her personal bank accounts wiped to zero by Damian Vance after three years of being hidden in a basement room at Vance Jewels.

I said and Chloe smiled "You really like this guy , don't you?" "I don't know" I shook my head "You missed him when he stopped bothering you , waking up every 2 a.m everyday because you remembered every moment that you spend with him in this time and the fact that you only see him Val.. you like this guy" "I guess" "Love isn't about one person fighting alone Valentine , it's about 2 people. If there's only one person who fights.. there will be time for them to give up"

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

When the news spread out Valeri's image as a woman entrepreneur go down and Mr and Mrs Knight were devastated to hear the truth. Mrs Knight seems heart broken when she knows about Valeri's backstabbing and cried seeing her another son almost losing his life. After a week when he opened his eyes, he looked so distressed and broken that I couldn't stop myself from hugging him. And if I hadn't done that then I would have regretted missing the chance. It was the last time I talk to him and told him thanks for saving my life. A week later after that Lola called me saying that Arthur was discharged and would recovered soon and asked me to go and see him but I stop myself from seeing him.

“Wait.” Valerie turned to stare at Karen. “Thank you,” Karen said. “Thank you for saving my life. And thank you for helping get justice.” “Just ‘thank you’? No sorry for trying to kill me?” Karen's eyes widened with shock. Seeing that Valerie is here, she didn't think that her guy had even attempted to kill Val. Because if Valerie had known, she definitely wouldn't have helped. Once… Val might forgive. So if Valerie knew that she'd tried to kill her twice and still went ahead to help, then something must be amiss.

But it wasn't enough. Kill her! Valerie heard a voice speak to her and she acted on it. She took a knife and was ready to plunge it into her neck, but she was pushed away by the sudden invasion of the guards that came to Grace's rescue. The knife fell out of her grasp. She stood up from the ground to rush at her, but she was apprehended and was pushed flat on the floor, as the other guards carried an unconscious, maybe dead Grace out of the kitchen in a hurry.

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

And even when dad mentioned that the girl is Maverick's mate, the only girl that still came to my mind us, Valerie Keller. I may be wrong, but if my guess is correct, then Valerie Keller is the last healer that everyone has been waiting for.

Valerie “Come with me.” Those three words from Lady Juliet are all it takes. I place my baby down on the bed and trail after her with mild difficulty, taking deep breaths along the way. She wades through the hallways, acknowledging greetings from guards stationed everywhere. I follow her into an elevator, trying to ignore the way my heart slams rapidly against my chest. “What’s your name?” she asks all of a sudden. “Valerie.” “Valerie.” The name rolls off her tongue, like she’s trying to savor and keep it in her memory forever. “Warrior Lyon is the one who holds the forte on the borders. If he dies, the army will be destabilized. He’s important to Ashville.”

Valerie had a sad smile tugging at her lips, as she cast an intense gaze on me. “Yeah! I know. You just don’t want to hear about Ronan Simpson, the jerk.” She held my hand as she took in my expression. “But if we want to talk about this, we couldn’t possibly do so without talking about Ronan, could we?” Valerie drew her chair away from me, got on her knees and did something that took me unawares. She placed her right knee on the ground as if kneeling down, then she added the left. It wasn’t as if she was kneeling down, Valerie knelt before me. She knelt down before me, but why?