Eveline Resident Evil 7 Novels & Stories

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.

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?"

“Be careful, Apollo. These people are remorseless, and they won’t hesitate to kill you if they find out who you are.” That night, I find myself walking into a large mansion near a secluded part of Sao Paulo. I was able to procure the address from the social media site Mateo provided. The mansion is quite impressive. Not as impressive as my home with its large picture windows, airy rooms, and indoor terrace, but it has an attractive veneer. A man opens the door as soon as I walk up to the stairs. After inspecting me for weapons and takes my decoy cell phone, he holds out a tablet to place my digital code in, which I do without issue. Several well-dressed men are sitting around drinking, and t

Beneath the cold gray stone roof in the western outskirts of Blood Moon, the air felt frozen in place. Thick curtains covered the windows, allowing only slivers of pale light to filter through. In the living room, Evelyn burst in, her face pale as a sheet, eyes wild with panic. Her crimson silk dress flared like a sudden flame amid the drab gray. "Mother!" she practically screamed. "Is it true? Did Cara really find a way to detoxify thanorite?"

Stepping off the speedboat onto the wooden planks of Pier 42, wearing a long black coat and holding a silver remote control in her hand, was Doctor Evelyn Reed. Beside her, holding an iron crowbar and a heavy leather bag, was Victor Reed. Evelyn looked at Noah, a cold, victorious smile spreading across her sharp face. "Hand over Arthur's music box and the red vial, Zero," Evelyn commanded smoothly, pointing her silver remote toward the tugboat cabin. "Or Victor throws your mother into the East River right now!" Noah looked from Evelyn's cold revolver to Sarah's pale face, his fingers tightening around the small red vial in his palm.

Selene was tossed roughly onto the hard floor. An unnatural growl ripped through my throat, as I crossed the room and scooped her into my arms. She buried her face against my neck, trembling. I spotted the wound, it looked like a scratch. I turned around and faced the shaking girl in the doorway. "Who are you?" "I am Eveline, sir," she stammered, her wolf hiding its scent in fear. "She poisoned you, sir, that is why I…." I smiled darkly, but my eyes remained ice. "Which hand touched her?"