Eveline Resident Evil 7 Novels & Stories

“I’ll call you once I’m off.” I nodded and turned to walk away. “Do you mind if I walk you down? Just until you get a cab,” the guy asked behind me. “If you want to,” I said, not bothering to look back. We walked down the quiet street together. The city felt different at night still and quiet. “I’m Ian,” he said. “I’m Evelyn. But everyone calls me Eve,” I answered flatly. “Nice. You’re new around here?” “Obviously,” I muttered, not wanting to give too much information.

The email’s subject line burned into Evie’s screen like a brand: “The Truth About Evelyn Voss—She’s No Widow.” Evie sat frozen in the Voss Mansion’s study, the afternoon light streaming through tall windows, casting long shadows across the desk where her tablet rested. The video conference feed, filled with the stern faces of board members scattered across the globe, suddenly crackled with tension as the anonymous message landed in every inbox like a digital bomb.

Because there wasn’t anything to soften that. Evelyn closed her eyes for a second. Just one. Then opened them again. Sharp. Focused. Alive. “You said you were tracking the signal,” she said. “Yes.” “Then you already know Helix will come again.” “They will.” “And you’re willing to step in before that.” “We are.” Not kindness. Not help. Timing. Strategy. Victor finally spoke again. “What do you want.” This time— no pause. “Access.” Evelyn’s eyes narrowed. “To what.”

The security was pretty strong. “How can I find Edom here?” Siel whispered to herself. She looked at Elias who was looking at her for awhile now, finally reaching the parking area. “At Least I have this dog to help.” “What? Ya falling for me?” Elias asked jokingly, making cute faces and pushing his hair back like a cool teenager. Siel gave him a death stare and he stopped. “I’m tired. Where will I stay?” “In my room.” Elias laughed and pushed himself out of the car before Siel can.

The terrible attitude she had to put up with every day, especially from the manager-- Mark. She could never forget that one. He was the one who drugged her that night to offer to his client but somehow... Somehow she ended up with Lucas. Evelyn felt uneasy just staring at the building again. The bright lights were almost blinding and the voice of the people laughing outside was irking her. She had come here for her earrings and she wasn't leaving without it. Since Evelyn had worked here for a while, she knew the ins and outs of the Casino; the secret passage that was used in case of emergency to evacuate customers. There was hardly ever any guard there so it would be easy to sneak in.

She was too weak to protest, too dizzy to resist. Julian helped her out of the club and into a waiting black car. Inside, Evelyn slumped against the seat, her eyes barely open. “You’ll be fine...” Julian whispered, a sly smile curling at the edge of his lips. --- The hotel room was warm, too fragrant, and eerily quiet. In the corner of the ceiling, a small red light blinked from a hidden camera—silent but deadly. Julian locked the door and placed a small bag on the table. He looked at Evelyn, now half-lying on the bed, her eyes slightly open.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 Chapter Seven — “The Devil You Know” The sirens came too late. Evelyn stood in the yard barefoot, jaw locked, blood on her palms from shattered glass. Her ears still rang. Her boots lay discarded by the porch steps, and her heart hadn’t slowed since the shots were fired. Damien stood beside her, phone pressed to his ear, voice clipped and low as he barked instructions to someone on the other end. His jaw was tight, his shirt streaked with ash and sweat, and his eyes scanned the darkness like it might strike again.

He fought like a man possessed, using a discarded iridium tray as a shield against the hail of bullets. Julian, his side leaking fresh blood, slammed his palm against the emergency override. "Go! Elena! The ventilation shafts! Take the boy and go!" Elena managed to snatch the tablet, her fingers swiping frantically to cancel the Lethe-7. CANCELING... BIOMETRIC CONFIRMATION REQUIRED. She pressed her thumb to the screen. MATCH: 50%. SECONDARY PULSE REQUIRED. Elena looked up. Celine was pinned under a fallen server rack, her eyes wide with terror as the incinerators began to vent fire from the ceiling.

He didn’t tear away his eyes at her as if there were just the two of them. “I like the color of your eyes.” He said. “They’re the color of honey.” “Thank you.” She was quite happy. No one had ever praised her for her looks. “By the way, I am Caeruleus. And you?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Now, even she can’t tear her eyes away from Caeruleus. She can hear bells ringing somewhere far away but she didn’t have the time to look away and search for it. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

"Nobody touches that basement! NOBODY!" He saw the silhouette of a woman at the end of the hallway. Evelyn Vance. She was wearing a tactical trench coat, her platinum hair a stark contrast to the black smoke. She wasn't holding a gun; she was holding a detonator. "It’s over, Ruan!" Evelyn screamed over the gunfire. "I’ve rigged the support pillars! Give me the Thorne girl and the drive, or I’ll bury you all in the dirt where you belong!"