Movie Resident Evil: Retribution Novels & Stories

“I said when the job is done one hundred percent. If you don’t stop pestering me for just five thousand dollars I’ll show you what poverty really looks like.” I end the call. God, these broke-ass people and their shaking hands. I unlock my laptop and open the folder marked “DPlan_Revenge.” E.T's surveillance clips from the retreat estate are already downloaded. I click on the thumbnail titled “Breeding.mp4.” The worst part is… I watch the whole thing. Not for pleasure. For documentation. At first, it’s kinda fascinating. Rico… my Rico… the same one who used to call me “my muse” while sketching random stuff on my back in hotel rooms… he’s now literally folding that doll-eyed bitch like origam

And the chaos in the hall increased. "No!" Melanie Voiced out in disagreement. And then I saw the woman who made my life a living hell. Stepmom Claudia. She slowly made her way to the place we all stood. She looked at me for a while, but wasn't able to say a word. Her expression of shock and fear. Fear? The time to be scared hadn't even come yet. "Ca..ca..Camilla" she stuttered in disbelief, to which I smiled. I was back and It was time for her retribution. She was going to be paid back in her own coin. Soon.

They didn’t say my husband’s name, but I saw the shadows between the words. Inside, the air reeked of antiseptic and false hope. I moved like a ghost through the corridors, slipping past nurses, past families clutching coffee cups and hope in equal measure. Room 214. I overheard a nurse mention it, her voice low but clear enough. I stopped at the door. The blinds were half drawn, but I caught a glimpse. Elizabeth. Pale. Wrapped in tubes and wires. Her face was swollen, bruises blooming purple across her skin. She looked fragile. Breakable.

“Nothing ever was.” The train arrived with a loud screech, and Anne took one final look at the platform behind her before stepping on board. --- Yvette twirled her wine glass between two fingers, the rich red liquid catching the low light of her luxury apartment. She was alone, but her smirk spoke volumes. She pulled out her phone and typed quickly. Yvette: *’Phase one complete.’* The reply came seconds later. Luis: *’Good. Ready for phase two?’*

Carl was a freaking monster. My throat burned. “How many survived?” Taylor tapped the screen, pulling up some red-highlighted reports. “Not many. Some disappeared into other institutions. Some… well, the files don’t even bother to hide it.” She clicked open a medical report stamped TERMINATED in bold letters. Ed swore under his breath, pacing the room like a caged animal. “He’s a butcher. A goddamn butcher dressed in fine suit.” But I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Because in the middle of that sea of names, one glowed like a warning flare.

Yet, beneath the practiced sorrow lay a steely determination—a promise of retribution that would not be silenced. In the quiet of her penthouse later that night, Aurora sat curled in an overstuffed chair, watching the relentless advance of the scandal on her tablet. With each new article and broadcast segment, a part of her felt vindicated. She could almost taste the sweet satisfaction of justice as Dorian’s desperate attempts at damage control became more frantic by the minute. Every frantic call he made, every harsh command he barked at his staff, was a small triumph in her long-planned rebellion.

She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome. She turned back to gaze at the closing wolves, took a deep breath, and steeled herself for the struggle to come over the things that mattered most.

sir Luca said and shook his head . “I ahve eben saying that we have been wasting too much time let's just sgrok.the mansiona.nd make the bitchnlay for murdering my Chloe” Zelda snapped..she had beeinf mute all this whole and we even forgot she was there. She was standing at Sir Luca's back and we all literally forgot she was there

To distract herself from the torment of the unknown assailant, she reached for her other phone, eager to see what her husband was up to at home. The first camera displayed a live feed of their living room, devoid of Zion's presence. She switched to the second camera, hidden discreetly in the kitchen, only to find an empty room. She continued to the third and fourth cameras, her anticipation growing. And then, she reached the fifth camera, capturing a full view of their bedroom. Her heart instantly dropped into the pit of her stomach. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she fixated her gaze upon the live feed from the bedroom camera. The scene that unfolded before her eyes etched itself deep

“They weren’t entirely wrong.” Before anyone could respond, the mansion lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then every screen in the house came to life at the same time. Televisions. Tablets. Security monitors. Even the laptop. Every display showed the same image. A black background. A silver wolf. Then a distorted voice echoed through the mansion. “Return Subject Three… or the Devereaux girl dies first.” Elena felt the blood drain from her face. Subject Three. She slowly turned toward Daniel.