Jill Valentine Nemesis Novels & Stories

“I should probably introduce myself properly. I’m Valeria Castillo. Vicente’s daughter. Killian’s cousin.” “I remember,” I said quietly. She smiled slightly. “I’m not like the rest of them. I don’t think you’re some scheming spy sent to destroy the pack.” “Thank you,” I said, surprised by the warmth in her voice. “Don’t thank me yet,” Valeria said with a wry smile. “I’m just honest. And honestly? You’ve got guts. Running away from your mating ceremony, standing up to Killian’s father, surviving poison. Most people would have crumbled by now.”

It was a smooth and deadly sound. “Ansel? That one is mine,” I heard Valentine’s voice. The man called Ansel shrugged and let go of me. “I thought she’s just someone else held captive.” “She’s just someone else, alright,” Valentine said, fishing both his hands inside his jeans pocket. “Someone that can make Vlad weak.” Ansel arched an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh! That woman! I see,” he said. “Exactly.” “Clever,” he said and tapped Valentine’s shoulder. “I thought she’s someone we can share like her.”

Then, she got out and said, "Honey, go back to your room yourself. I'll look for Abbie at the hot springs." He shook his head and watched her enter the elevator. Then, he and Bobby went into the special elevator to get to the presidential suite. Bobby was a little worried, "Sir William, will Valeria's plans for revenge really have no impact on your own plans?" "No, her plans are just normal, small-scaled revenge. In fact, she will trigger Natasya's hatred and increase her progress in nurturing the blood vermin!" "Oh, I see. When are you going to meet Declan?" He asked again.

Lisa taunted, raising an eyebrow mockingly. "You bitch!” Valerie said vexedly, wishing she could stand up and slap Lisa across her beautifully made face, and leave a permanent mark, but sadly she can't, “Your fucking husband did this to me. His deranged assailant left me for dead, with damn knives stuck in each of my legs, I went through excruciating pain for days! And now I can never walk again!" Valerie seethed with hatred and anger as she spoke every word. "Now, I will have my revenge by taking away his most prized possession… His precious Jade," she added, her eyes burning with vengeful determination, and turned to her men and said, “How do you think Trey will feel when he sees a superhe

TEN YEARS AGO, Valeria Flores was a cruel mother to Jillian. The way she cast her out, it was as if they didn’t share the same blood. Jillian swore she’d never forget that moment of her life—and she vowed to rise again and get her revenge. But now, gone was the fierce and formidable woman she once knew. In her place was a frail, anxious, prematurely aged woman, slumped and staring blankly at the wall. "Sister..." Victoria softly prompted Valeria, who remained motionless. Before they entered the room, her aunt had warned her that her mother might throw a fit again—just like she always did when someone tried to speak to her.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for you. Our souls are entwined, connected by destiny itself." Jane's voice, soft and melodic, held a hint of uncertainty. "Xavier, I... I can't help but feel guilty. Nemesis has been with you for so long, and now I'm here, taking her place." Xavier's grip tightened on Jane's hand, his eyes filled with unwavering devotion. "Nemesis was a part of my life, yes, but you, Jane, you are my first chance mate. You hold a special place in my heart that no one else can fill."

Watched me take the first bite. It was good. Really good. I looked at him across the table. The candles flickered between us. His face was soft in the light. I thought about how lucky I was. How many women had a husband who would do this? Who would see them falling apart and catch them before they hit the ground? I loved him. I really loved him. Then my mind drifted. L'Incendiario Avido. The greedy arsonist. I should ask him. Right now. What does it mean? Why did Dash say it? Why was it written in blood on our mirror?

~KILLIAN THANE~ Weak. Feeble. Small. If I had pressed a little harder at her neck, the sound of bones snapping would be next. The image of Emilia Monroe’s frightened eyes had refused to leave my mind since the moment in the relic room. It angered me how her scent still lingered and how my wolf had become restless with desire. A desire to claim and savage her whole till all she knew was me.

Chapter 38 If Jake was right, who would want to do something this cruel and go as far as taking my life? The answer to that question was far from coming. The only enemy I had was Jason, but taking my life was too brutal. Jason was evil, no doubt, but he wouldn’t go that far… would he?

she said, waving a dismissive hand through the air as though she were shooing away a fly. “Then explain why you went to such lengths just to bring her down.” I held her gaze. “If this isn’t jealousy, then you’re just cruel. Or worse—you enjoy hurting people.” A bitter laugh escaped her. “You know what’s funny?” I remained silent. “You never fought this hard for me.” “That’s because you were never worth fighting for.” My voice remained calm, but every word landed with precision. “You’ve always been selfish, manipulative, and toxic. Everything has always been about you.”