Jill In Resident Evil 5 Novels & Stories

Cassandra interjected, pushing her assistant off the intercom, “I’ll be there in a minute. Send them in Room A2.” She stood, rapidly wearing her white coat, “Let’s talk later. Come assist me.” Jillian slowly followed her, wondering how she could just pretend everything was alright when it clearly wasn’t. She realized what a horrible friend she had been as she tried to hold up her own tears. She would never let the doctor deal with something like that by her own. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Jill replied. "Tsk." Vivianne sighed. "Sometimes, she acts as if she's higher than me. What right does she have to summon you when I specifically sent you to watch over another warehouse?" Her blood boiled even more. The truth is, Vivianne preferred Jill over Joan. Jill had more talents, such as hacking, excellent leadership, and the ability to communicate with people using her innocent face. However, Joan was more loyal to Alfred, so her father favored her. "It's okay, Ma'am. I also want to help you." Jill sat down beside Vivianne. "I thought it would be easy for me to track which company the client moved to, but I had difficulty. So, I changed my technique."

She glanced over at Kaileeh, who was staring at Rian. “Is there a lake nearby?” Jillie asked, now looking at me. I nodded. “You didn’t lose it. You just didn’t follow the rain.” “What?” Garret asked. “It was a Wendigo,” she said. “A Wendigo?” Rian asked. “Yep.” “What makes you think that, Doll?” Mason asked.

But her smile hid her vow that the last laugh was going to be on Dustin Reed. She would show him that she wasn’t the ignorant city girl he seemed so certain he’d hired, on his mother’s wishes. Putting her cup in the sink, Jill said, ‘I can be ready in half an hour, if you’re anxious to get back to the ranch early.’ He nodded. ‘You don’t need much time to get ready?’ ‘Oh, I think you’ll find that I’m a wash-and-wear kind of a girl,’ Jill said as she sailed out of the kitchen.

My men on the other hand, they've always been too curious for their own good. I pass through the living room and stop. "Henry, Drake, move the girl to cell three. She'll be staying there for now." They instantly nod and hurry downstairs. I make my way to the maids quarters. It's a small room where the maids take their breaks. "Where's Jill?" I ask one of my maids who is sweeping the quarters. "She's doing laundry sir," the girl says in a soft voice. I just nod and head towards the laundry room. Luckily, it's not far so I quickly find Jill. "We have someone in cell three. I need you to clean her wounds and give her new clothes to wear."

Until she lost her consciousness and everything went black. “Ma’am, Freea is here,” one of the man reported to the old woman name Kelly Park. Kelly turned around then smiled. “Is she alone?” “Yes, ma’am. She came here alone.” “Good.” Kelly tilted her head back to the little girl. Jill had her lifeless eyes opened, like an oasis in the dessert that shows no color or emotion. She resembled a doll with strings around her whole body. “I told you. Your pretty face belongs to my collection,” the crazy woman murmured while caressing Jill’s cheek as if she’s holding a delicate glass. “Put this kid back to the room,” she asked the men. “Don’t you ever leave any scar on her body.”

"No, I mean yes¡ I mean no I don't want you to stay like that¡ yes, I do want to see you naked. Jill turned away from him and hooking her thumbs in her panties, she slid the transparent bikini's over her hips and down her legs, bending over as she reached her ankles. As she stood bent over Tim was treated to a full view of her beautiful shaped ass and tucked between her legs, her glistening clamshell pussy now slightly opened with lust. Tim gasped with pleasure. Unable to believe this was his mother showing him her naked ass and pussy. With no hesitation, Jill took the top off the tube of jelly. "Come here," she said. Tim took the two steps to move within inches of her. "Hold out your hand."

I was drenched in water, and I was going to have to explain to Henry why I was so wet. Whenever he got home that is. … Jills POV What a strange woman she was; it was clear she had some type of abilities. Which meant she could be part of the killer organization, or the Moonshadow. Or maybe she was a lone wolf like Gavin. Either way, she went out of her way to help Jill and she would be forever grateful for that. Jill was drenched in water and felt very uncomfortable, but she supposed it could have been much worse. She shuddered at the thought of what could have happened.

It stopped me cold, like I'd just been struck by lightning. Alaric stood before Serene, offering her a bouquet of Easter lilies and a finely crafted wooden box. Her hands flew to her mouth in surprise, and her eyes welled up with moved tears. "Oh my god, Alaric! You remembered these are my favorite flowers!" As she spoke, she eagerly opened the wooden box to reveal a dazzling gemstone necklace. The ballroom erupted in whispers and cheers. "Alpha Alaric, how did you find the Easter lilies this time of the year? The season's over, isn't it?"

At the very next moment, the crystal necklace in Ivory's hands cracked, and the final wisps of my soul came out. My heart-wrenching sobs filled the hut. "Who's there? Show yourself! Stop trying to scare us!" Jillian cried out in a panic, looking as though she was genuinely afraid I'd returned as a vengeful spirit to claim her life. "As soon as Jillian arrived, the first thing she did was kill me." Everyone shuddered when they heard my eerie, haunting voice.