Jill Valentine Nemesis Novels & Stories

“You do what you want! We don’t even know you! So how do we know that we can trust that you won’t do it again?! You owe us no allegiance!” “You’re right,” Valene said casually. “We don’t.” Where her gaze was distant at one point, she suddenly became very self-aware. She stepped forward. “So when I came back…” she glared around the room. “I could have killed every single one of you…for the way you’ve treated me. If I really wanted to hurt you, I’d have discarded you just as you do humans every single day of your pathetic lives. But I did not.” She scoffed, “I owe none of you any allegiance, but I am not here to harm any of you.” She rolled her eyes. “None of you…are bloody worth what little s

Every small movement against the ruined sheets sent sparks shooting through her overstimulated body. She should have locked the door. She should have cast every protective ward she knew. Instead, she picked up her phone with trembling fingers and sent another message. This time to Valeria. Valeria was different from Lena, taller, colder, a renowned rope artist and sadist who ran exclusive private sessions for the city’s most powerful women. She and Giselle had clashed many times, always with Giselle coming out on top. Valeria had never hidden her desire to one day see the arrogant witch on her knees.

VAELORA felt her body go weak. She literally began to feel dizzy. Just as though it had happened yesterday, she replayed her memory of meeting Amaren for the very first time. She had woken up after the emotionally draining journey to Vexley Keep, to see one of the most beautiful older women she had ever seen, peering down at her. If only she knew that woman who introduced herself as Amaren, was actually Nebula. Her own mother!! Amaren had lied to her, and the betrayal stung.

I whisper, fighting a ridiculous smile. She doesn't miss a beat. "Then blink once if you've developed Stockholm Syndrome." Marcellus watches the entire exchange with a completely expressionless face. "Who are you?" he asks. Val slowly turns to him, absolutely offended. "Who am I?" She points dramatically at her own chest. "Who am I? I'm the woman who spent six hours holding her hair back after Sebastian shattered her. I'm the woman who sat through twelve separate mental breakdowns. And I'm the woman who will absolutely hit you with a chair if you don't step away from my best friend right now."

"But you deserve it. We all do. This changes everything for us." ​For us. Or for you and him? ​The dark clarity settled deeper into my bones. I still didn't understand why what twisted game they were playing in this timeline. But as I watched her fake a smile, the confusion stopped paralyzing me. It turned into a quiet, lethal focus. Marcus Vance was a wildcard I didn't understand yet, and my sister was a traitor disguised as a guardian. ​But I was back. I had the memories of the blade, the stairs, and the dark.

Seething with rage, the young woman stormed into the room where she kept all her Thamnithi-related merchandise and began destroying it all in a blind, vengeful fury. Her mind raced as she plotted how to pack up and funnel her assets elsewhere, especially the hidden stacks of cash. She desperately needed to find a new stash house. Right now, the person she hated more than anyone else in the world was Kajarin. An ugly, brilliant idea sparked in Bellie’s mind. She held a mountain of damaging information regarding Kajarin right in the palm of her hand. "You two love each other that much? Fine. Let me help you along."

Jill didn't come back. As I grow opposite to the fine man that mister wanted me to be, I searched for her. However, like snow on the top of the trees, I saw no trace left when the summer came. Since mister told me that Jill was badly sick, I guessed that the reason why she's missing was because she's already dead. Mister was framed as the organization's traitor so I can understand why he had to left with his daughter. However, no matter how frightening it would be, I hoped she'll appear before me even for the last time. Because we loved each other. Because we relied on each other. So, I gave up. I tried to forget everything about her and choose the pathway of self-destruction. However, one s

Maya suddenly said, and I nodded absentmindedly, still perusing through the journal. Once I was all alone, I continued reading. But then I came across a line that sent a jolt of awareness through me. 'I miss you, Anessa. I've been on the hunt for the moonstone because it's the only thing that can kill me. It won't be long now. I'll join you soon.' I blinked, startled by this revelation. Only then did I realize that the journal didn't belong to Mason. The conversation I’d heard earlier was proof that it in fact belonged to Alpha Daxton.

She told him if he wanted to be taken seriously, he had to get himself a Luna even though he didn't find his mate. "Your end goal is to become Alpha king right? Then how can you be without a Luna? You won't be taken seriously and all your hard work in making the agency and securing it will all be for nothing." She whined. "You need to take someone as your Luna, how about Stella, your best friend? You trust her so why not make her Luna?" She suggested but Killian immediately refused. His refusal wasn't the end of it all. This was a natural occurrence every time someone else got married and he was used to it but today he wanted peace. He knew he wouldn't be getting it and out and needed to fin

“What do you think I’m going to do, Johnny-boy? You’re too old for a nanny anyway.” “Don’t hurt her!” Johnathan said, hating himself for sounding so small and pathetic. “I’ll let you beat me, but let her go, please.” She was all he had in this world. Valerie was the only person who loved him. “No, John,” the nanny said softly. “I’m off to join my parents. You go on living. Remember to be a good-” Valerie inhaled sharply and gulped as the knife sliced through her throat. Thin trickles of blood ran down her skin, filling the air with the sharp tang of copper."Good Goddess, finally," Eli said. "I couldn't keep listening to her yacking. Stupid cunt."