Jill Valentine In Resident Evil Novels & Stories

"She’s a demon! She’s Misha now, and she has Ian’s power! We’re dead! We’re already dead!" Lilith didn't look up. She was knee-deep in the mud, her movements slowing but never stopping. "Shut up, Kennedy. Dirt shifts. Bodies settle. Stop acting like a Victorian heroine and help me." "Help you? With what? The air? The box is gone!" Kennedy shrieked, clutching his hair. "She’s Valentina! She’s the one who straightened my tie! She’s…" Clunk. The sound was dull, heavy, and undeniably solid.

Instead of heading to the hospital for a checkup, Tyler called his subordinate. "Send me all the surveillance footage from the Harts' mansion," he instructed. About 10 minutes later, Tyler received all the surveillance videos. Meanwhile, as Vicky arrived at the mansion, she was promptly greeted by Valencia's associates. Valencia was seated in the grand hall on the ground floor, dressed in a tight backless dress. Her figure was alluring and her appearance was youthful, despite her actual age.

Dante told him. "I have a suggestion" Silvana said. "Yes, what is it Silvana?" Antonio asked. "Valerie was in charge of the assassin guild, right?" she asked Dante. "Yes he was" he replied. "I am sure, he must have had those he trained well underneath him, who can track and infiltrate into the enemy camp, send them to get him back here. In the meantime we plan carefully how to go about this, because I am sure they are not just here to rob warehouses or burn them down, they have so much more in plan for us" she said.

"Is there something wrong with him? He should be good to you. Why is he good to me?" Valerie struggled to open her eyes. She looked at Melissa and thought to herself, "Well, because you're his sister, of course." But she said, "Don't bother me. I'm tired." She, a married woman, was catching up on sleep. In her dreams, she dreamt that she had Kieran beneath her. She jumped around and stomped on his back, torturing him. It felt amazing. That day, Kieran got Lillian to prepare two sets of gifts.

Not invasive yet, but exploratory. Valerie closed her eyes briefly. Images surfaced anyway. Not new ones. Her own memories. Her childhood. Fragments of her past life before the mansion. But they didn’t feel untouched. They felt indexed. Organized. Assigned structure. She opened her eyes immediately. “No,” she whispered, firmer this time. The system paused. For the first time since she entered Sublevel Zero, there was hesitation in the environment. Not stopping. But adjusting. Then the interface expanded again. VALERIE SERGIO // VALERIE VANE (PENDING FINALIZATION)

I stepped forward and pressed my hand to the glass. ​The laser turned green. ​The heavy door groaned and slid open, revealing a small, pristine office that looked like it had been frozen in time. On the desk sat a single photo of a twelve-year-old girl with messy hair and a gap-toothed smile. Me. ​My knees felt weak. I walked toward the desk, my fingers trembling as I picked up the photo. Behind it was a small, silver terminal. ​"Valerie’s workstation," Julian murmured, standing by the door. "She knew Silas was coming for her. She didn't just hide the data; she turned it into a weapon."

She ignored Aiden who was scanning her mini skirt and bodycon top with clouded, furious eyes. She saluted the police chief, and he nodded and gestured for her to sit. “This is now a homicide case.” He said as soon as she sat down. She frowned. Valentina jumped off the building herself. Just as she thought about this, the projector came on in the almost dark room. She watched in surprise as a video of the college came on, showing the exact spot Valentina died. The girl stood close to the balustrade and was staring into space. Suddenly, hands appeared from behind and pushed her off the building.

"Leave what you're doing, we're almost done here. Anyways, please call Madam Shiella and Ergon." "Alright, Mrs Emily," Valeria replied. She sighed deeply, she dropped the plate she was holding, then she went upstairs, she went to Shiella's room first and she knocked on the door. "Come in." Shiella said from inside. Valeria opened the door, then she went in, closing the door after her. "Good morning ma'am." Valeria greeted. Shiella turned to face her. "Good morning dear, how are you today, and hope you slept well?"

And she left as quickly as she had come. Adrian didn't stop her. Because he knew she was right. "Valeria. You're not going to get away with this." *** The vibration of her cell phone took her off course on her way to the hospital. Message from Isabel: > "Confirmed. Valeria never studied in Switzerland. She only set foot in the country once. On the private jet... with Adrian." The impact was physical. Lili stopped, leaning one hand against the wall. The hallway continued its rhythm of nurses and cold lights.

Still, the sight of her, blood and rain on her brow, blades in hand, moved some current inside him that was not anger. Valentina fought like a woman who had rebuilt herself out of ash. She wove between the estate’s servants and hired killers with a confidence that made the men who came for her hesitate. She did not seek spectacle; she sought function. She killed the lieutenant who would have coordinated reinforcements with a clean shot and a softer blade — a choice that would leave no witnesses for Cruz to manipulate.