Eveline Resident Evil 7 Novels & Stories

Smirking from the ground, Evelyn replied, "No, but I knew I could distract you." Eva's triumphant words faltered as she noticed Selena's absence. Turning around, she found Selena at the electronic door, guarding their father. Unfazed, Eva declared, "Don't bother; you won't get through without a card." In a surprising twist, Selena revealed the card in her hand, swiping it through the electronic door's lock, confidently asserting, "You mean this card." "No!!!" Eva's fear-filled shout echoed as the door swung open. In an instant, a figure moved with incredible speed, and Eva's lifeless body fell to the floor, her head separated from her body.

Jeremy knew that he could not ignore his grandpa even though he really wanted to catch up to Madeline now. It just so happened that the elevator door opened just then. Sean and Eloise hurried out. When they saw Jeremy, Sean said eagerly, "Jeremy, I’m glad you’re here. I just received a call from the police station saying that the report of Eveline's car is out. The brakes of the car had been damaged by somebody. Someone wanted to kill Eveline!" "Who’s so vicious that they would want to murder Eveline?!" Eloise was both heartbroken and angry.

His eyes scanned the contents with a practiced intensity. Inside were glossy, high-resolution photographs. Dozens of them. Evelyn emerging from her apartment building, her expression guarded. Evelyn talking animatedly with her friend Vinni at a small, unassuming café, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. Evelyn getting into the back of a sleek black car driven by a man Hunter didn’t recognize, his features obscured by shadow. And then… Evelyn with him.

​The localized proximity alarms on Evelyn’s ruggedized tablet flared in a rhythmic, terrifying sequence of amber flashes. The digital signature USER VERIFICATION: KANE-01 burned against the dark screen, casting a sickly pale light across the stone walls of the transit bunker's mainframe room.

~Cali~ Sliding out of the car, Evan’s powerful arms hauled me out of the driver’s side as if I weighed like a sack of feathers. From another person’s vantage point, his wrist might look healed and well. Too bad, I know he took with him the bottle of pain relievers that are prescribed for the entire week. “Hey.” I patted his back when he allowed my heels to touch the ground once more. “How are-” His lips swallowed my worried question, turning my words to moans as he slipped his tongue in my mouth, exploring, probing. My response is never a question for me, it’s always instant when it comes to his touch, his kisses.

Chapter 58 Third-person POV The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting golden rays across the living room where Evelyn sat with her laptop open, halfway through a video call with Mr. Harrington and Carlos. “We should be done here in about two or three days,” Mr. Harrington said, his voice steady but tired. “Once we wrap up this presentation in Geneva, we’ll be on the next flight back.” Evelyn nodded, her hand gently stroking Cecily’s curls as the little girl sat beside her, leaning toward the screen. “We miss you already,” Evelyn said, her eyes soft with warmth.

I pressed my hands hard over my ears, curling up in bed. However, the sharp, agonizing cries still cut through the thick walls, stabbing into my heart. It went on for a while before, finally, the noise from the main house faded away, and the night returned to its unsettling silence. The door to my room creaked open. Unsteady footsteps echoed closer. I opened my eyes. It was her—my sister-in-law, Eve. Her hair was a mess; her cheeks were red and swollen, and her eyes dull and lifeless. She had her arms wrapped tightly around her body, her fingers pale from the pressure.

“Who?” Dr. Thorne hesitated, then pulled up an old, cracked tablet from his satchel and swiped through until a faded image filled the screen. It showed a young woman, not older than twenty-five, with dark curly hair and eyes like sharpened ice. There was something eerie about her gaze, like she was seeing more than anyone else. “Her name,” Thorne said slowly, “was Evelina Thorne. She was my cousin. Brilliant. Beyond brilliant. But also… unhinged. She believed resonance wasn’t just science. She thought it was prophecy.”

“Phoenix?” “No this one’s older. A deeper construct.” He turned the screen. A name flashed. E. Vale, Parity Omega Layer Selene stiffened. “Evelyn left something else behind.” Back in Switzerland, That Evening Alma sat at Elara’s bedside. The younger girl stirred, slowly waking. Her eyes fluttered open, still green, still human. “Morning,” Alma whispered. Elara’s voice cracked. “You didn’t leave?” “I promised I wouldn’t.”