Jill Valentine In Resident Evil Novels & Stories

Ariel’s face went pale, her hand gripping her lipstick tightly. "Julian Vane is a lot of things," Valeria continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous, quiet calm. "But he has never belonged to anyone. Not five years ago, and definitely not to a girl who has to threaten reporters just to keep his attention. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a story to write. And trust me... you don't want to be the main character in it." Valeria walked toward the door, her white heels clicking confidently against the tile floor. She grabbed the handle, her hand perfectly steady, before she paused and looked back at the furious woman in the mirror.

Mia said, “but the metadata traces back to De Mure’s PR pipeline. Sloppy for her.” Valerie’s smile was cold and razor-thin. “She wanted to be seen.” “Yes.” “Good,” Valerie said. “Then she’ll be ready when I return the favor.” She ended the call and set the phone down carefully, deliberately, as if sudden movement might fracture something volatile inside her. "Larissa De Mure." Not the woman who broke them, but a woman who had watched it happen, and had never forgiven Sebastian for never loving her the way he’d loved Valerie.

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

"You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medical team. You did all this because you wanted... wanted..." "I wanted you to die," I finished her sentence. I still remembered how, in my previous life, Valerie had deliberately crashed into a truck. I thought she loved Eugene so much, but in reality, she only loved the idea of Eugene. When their personal interests were at stake, those feelings simply evaporated. I did not stay to watch Valerie die, but we both knew she would not live much longer. Eugene refused to take care of her, and her parents were too preoccupied with Caleb's problems.

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

Maya was not a few steps behind him, tapping rhythmically over the screen of the phone, replying to e-mails. Soon, Valerie arrived wearing a white sundress. Her face remained void of any emotion. Slowly she slid beside Harman while greeting him. Somehow, Lola managed to convince her for breakfast showing Valentine's fear but the same can not be said for Crystal. She declined to show up after hearing Valentine arrived late at night. Lola murdered Maya multiple times in her brain for ruining the friendship of two girls.

I stopped the rogues, and when I followed her scent inside the forest, I found her unconscious between the thick roots of a big tree. “It was Valerie who not only saved me at that time but also forced me to eat something very nasty before I fainted. I guess she fed me the antidote for some kind of poison those rogues had in those bullets.” She told me further. My jaw clenched, and I looked at her with a complicated gaze. “Valerie died in front of us decades ago, Xyla. She…. She was Brian and Queen Rubella’s mentor. Brian was her last disciple.” I told her, and her eyes widened in shock.

The woman stood. Then we move fast. Valerie gathered the files. Ohio first. Yes. And then protective custody. Not the kind the board controls. The woman smiled faintly. I know people. Valerie’s phone vibrated again. A message from Vivian. Someone tried to reach me through an intermediary. Valerie typed back. Do not respond. Another message appeared. From an unknown sender. We hear you are collecting ghosts. Valerie stared at the words. She typed once. I am resurrecting them.

“Fine. But if Mum finds out, you’re on your own.” “Deal,” Ryan grinned, just before tossing the colourful pills down his throat. *************** Valery stood in the doorway of Jenny’s room, looking more like a child than the polished girl she usually presented to the world. Jennifer was half-buried in marketing textbooks and an open laptop; earbuds tangled in her braids. She looked up, sighing hysterically. Moments like these were rare- where her little sister showed up looking lost and in need of counselling. “Let me guess. You borrowed mum’s earrings again?”

Most of them were pretty, and I happen to observe that they all have big boobs protruding from their chests. “The what?” I asked again, not wanting to believe now the fact that something like this exists. After all that Valentine has done and about to do, this sure makes him the infamous heartbreaker blah blah blah blah. “I think you heard us say it clear.” She said, edging her way beside me. She was wearing a flamboyant blouse paired with skin tight jeans, so tight that I can see her v thing traced in between her legs. “My name’s Valerie, and all girls inside this room were the ones whose heart was broken by Valentine.”