Eveline Resident Evil 7 Novels & Stories

“Evie.” Eveline’s face broke into a smile as she spotted Nurse Belinda at the station. She glanced over her shoulder, just once, but Lucien hadn’t followed her into the building or shown up, while she kept her thumb on the open button of the elevator, under the guise of holding it for two doctors that took their sweet time. And didn’t offer any thanks when they walked in with cups of mouth-watering coffee. She mentally shook off the taste of the black death she’d drunk this morning.

“What… do you mean, you’ve handled everything?” She smiled wider, her voice almost playful. “I killed the new maid.” For a moment, I thought I’d misheard her. “What?” “I killed the girl,” she repeated, stretching like a cat. “The one they hired yesterday. Pretty little thing, dark hair, brown eyes—annoyingly cheerful. She’s not a problem anymore.” I stared at her, my blood running cold. “You what?” Evelyn tilted her head, looking almost proud. “Don’t give me that look. It was necessary. Her uniform fits me perfectly. I already threw her body into the east trench, the one behind the garden walls. No one goes there anymore.”

Lucien didn’t move. The room dissolved. Dr. Vale approached with a small tablet to sync logs. The cuff vibrated once—light, almost a purr—and the hair along Evelyn’s forearms rose. Then, from the pocket of her blazer, her phone buzzed. Not the unknown number. A new one. A single line: You moved the load. Clever. It won’t hold at the first lie. —R.D. Her vision tightened around the edges. She looked up. Lucien was already looking at her, the question in his eyes forming before she could shake her head.

THE JEALOUS SECRET AGENT Kova's POV The phone felt like a live wire in my palm, buzzing against my sweaty fingers as I paced the narrow strip of carpet between my bed and the window. My chest tightened with every step, lungs pulling in shallow breaths that tasted like the stale air of betrayal. How the hell had Shalling known? She screamed it at me last night. I hadn’t told a soul. Not my friends, not even the girl whose perfume still clung to my shirt collar. But someone had. And the pieces kept snapping together in my skull like broken teeth: Lily’s smirk at me in my house the moment Aria appeared. The way her eyes had lingered on us suspiciously. She shouldn't be bothered. We are not frie

"Evelyn Thorne. She’s been dead for fifteen years. She died in the same 'accident' as your father." "The project must continue, Elias," Evelyn said in the video, her eyes cold as ice. "Even if we have to remove the human element entirely. The Architect is the future. It doesn't need a heart. It only needs a host." The video cut to black, and a new window popped up. It was a map of the city, with a single red dot pulsing in the center of the Blue Iris headquarters. Underneath the map, a single line of text appeared: [HOST DETECTED: ELARA VANCE. INITIALIZING INTEGRATION.]

The screen flickered to life, its battery struggling against the EMP's lingering interference. ​"I'm in," I whispered. ​"What do you see?" ​"The Jersey house. She’s there. She’s in the basement." ​I opened the camera feed from the Jersey server. ​The basement was a cathedral of server racks and cooling fans. In the center of the room stood Eleanor Vane. She wasn't in a hospital gown. She was wearing the same white coat she had worn the day she "collapsed." ​She was holding a tablet. ​Beside her stood Leo. He was holding the sonic emitter.

Inevitable as snow. ~~~

The Escape When Elora opened the door, Mira came in pushing the food trolley and there was also a box on top. It bowed to me in greeting and he pushed it towards the foot of the bed. "You can leave us now, Mira. I'll take care of your majesty." Mira nodded weakly as she left the room. I looked up at a pendulum clock that sat near the dresser. Its time hand points to eleven and its minute hand to seven. 11:40.

he muttered and stand aside and eavesdropped on them. "I want to see what the two of you will do! I'm not going to do anything," Yumi said. Daemon pulled out his electronic cigar and looked at the two. They are intimately holding each other's arms. Daemon clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. Why do they need to be cheesy? "Hope that they make a move already." After saying that, they did actually. They went towards the restroom, the girl's restroom specifically. He smiled devilishly like a devil incarnate himself. "Why do they do how I want them to do?"