Jill Valentine Nemesis Novels & Stories

“Not kill. But bleed. Enough to weaken him, enough to feed the boy’s first hunger. If you fail, the boy will feed on you instead.” I stared at her, my pulse roaring in my ears. “Why are you telling me this? If you served Vladimir once, why betray him now?” “Because,” she said, her voice hardening, “he betrayed me first. And because I see what you are, Zemora, the crack in his armor he does not yet understand. You can save him… or you can end him. The choice will come sooner than you think.” Before I could speak, a sound echoed through the corridor I had come from, the sharp, heavy rhythm of boots striking stone. My heart leapt into my throat.

Without knowing it, Evania had been secretly surrounded by Janice Valeria’s pink supernatural power. Like this, nobody – including my Brother Aquarius – can find you. You’ll scream, shout and yell for nobody coming to help as well as to save you. I want you to be destroyed and ruined. I want you to be shattered into numerous countless tiny pieces without getting any better solutions to stand up and to disturb my relationship with My Brother Aquarius anymore. Hihihi... Hihihi... Janice Valeria walked away with her quite relaxed way. She’d wait until the perfect moment to execute her vicious, hellish as well as malevolent plan towards Evania Luqman.

If she could change her body, maybe she could change his mind. But that wasn’t the only thing she considered changing. Her silver hair—so rare, so unmistakably hers—began to feel like a burden. She remembered overhearing from Martha that Valerian’s ex-mate, the one who had broken his heart, was a petite woman with raven-black hair and dark eyes that had once ensnared his soul. Compared to her, Nivera felt like a ghost. What if, deep down, Valerian was still grieving that loss? What if her presence only reminded him of what he no longer had?

Valentina replied, sitting down without being invited. Jasmine closed her folder. “Go ahead.” Valentina drew a breath. “You’re smart. I admit it. But you must realize that your presence makes people misunderstand.” “People or you?” Jasmine asked softly. Valentina stiffened. “I am Christopher’s wife.” “I know.” “And you’re his past.” Jasmine gave a faint smile. “The past has no rights, Valentina. But it also cannot be erased.” Valentina clenched her hands. “What exactly did you come back for?”

I shouted on top of my voice before he could leave, "I don't believe I could do something like that, I love Valentina and I WOULD NEVER HURT HER." Travis stood glaring at me, the bottom part of his lips was quivering with anger. "I don't know whose memories this is, but I know that it wasn't me." I answered. "I would never stoop so low." "I also remember you told me you read the book, Valentine's Day." He said with another mocking smirk and my brows raised suspiciously. "What does the book have to do with this?" I asked curiously. "The book has everything to do with this, Guillotine, is the one who controls each and every timeline." His voice became lowered. "If you don't leave Valentina alo

He was the reason behind my suffering. "That fucking bastard, I want to kill him, Shay. I want to fucking kill him and Drew together. They both played me, I was a goddamn doll in their hands that they wished to use for their own satisfaction. Neither of them had ever loved me I was just a plain body to give them the satisfaction of being close to someone whom they both dearly loved." New tears brimmed in my eyes. "What are you talking about Val? Aiden said that something has happened but what the hell is making you and Drew see in the same picture?" She asked confused.

Jane's hand with a sharp glare. "Listen, Mrs. Jane! I thank this family for sheltering me. It's been two years since I was stranded in this country, and I lost the memory of who I am. Even though you tortured me even more cruelly than a murderer, I remained silent. But human patience has its limits. Even tame animals will bite if you keep playing with them!" Valen said firmly, slamming Mrs. Jane's hand into a grimace of pain. Without realizing it, everyone in the house was watching after hearing an argument, including the servant who constantly tortured Valen.

' 'Do you know the black hunter? 'Who knocked me out?' 'Why did he kill at my club?' 'Did your stalkerish obsession get a bit too high to control you needed to kidnap me?' She's obnoxious more than I thought. 'I do not have an obsession with you.' I stated coldly. 'Then why the questions?' 'I want my answers.' 'Curiosity killed the cat.' she snapped back at me. 'A cat has nine live, Nemesis.' 'That's my name now?' Nemesis. That was the perfect name for her. She was the enemy not any sort of ally in any way.

I was upright with my back against the headboard and the phone at my ear and every part of me that had ever learned to be alert in a crisis was alert now. "You have the wrong number," I said. "Dr. Aria Vale," the voice said. "Formerly Aria Chen. Wife, briefly, of Marcus Veil. Mother of Zane Vale, age seven, currently under the care of Dr. Mensah at St. Clement's for a condition that I understand requires a biological match for treatment." A pause, perfectly timed, the pause of someone who has rehearsed this and knows exactly where to put the silences for maximum effect. "I don't believe I have the wrong number."

“You are very capable. More than I could have hoped for.” It was annoying—the way he said it was too soft, like he was trying to appease a wounded animal. I pushed past it. “So, then, that’s the deal,” I said, stepping up to the desk and looking him dead in the eye. “You get me Valeria back. Immediately. We test your pheromones with her, and Ezra’s as well. Only—and I mean only—if they work, and she begins getting better without the need for Damon, will I stay here. If she stabilizes under your roof, I will help you. I will give you everything I know about the Vitale’s internal structures. I will help you dismantle them. I will help you get revenge for the death of your wife—a death that was