Novel & Cerita Rachel Resident Evil Revelations

Her brows furrowed with a frown as she stared at everyone in the room. “What are you talking about? I didn’t kidnap that boy! Where’s the evidence? I didn’t even try to kill him, he’s my fiancé!” Rachel’s words tumbled out in a desperate attempt to save herself. “You can gather the tape and cam as evidence” Rhett pointed out the secret camera hidden in the mini flower vase on the table and the wiretap near the machine. It recorded clear evidence of Rachel tampering with the machine and choking him with a pillow.

So, she decided to approach this investigation subtly. First, Rachel revisited her messages with Seraphina and Amanda, scrolling through their past conversations. She opened her chat with Seraphina, skimming for anything that felt off. As she read through the texts, she noted Amanda’s comments that seemed oddly defensive or dismissive—especially when Seraphina expressed concern or excitement about the future. Rachel jotted down the most alarming exchanges, her heart racing with each discovery.

The man slumped over, dead. She placed the gun down and turned to her second-in-command. "Find out who else was involved. And make sure they understand, no one makes a move without my approval." The man nodded, dragging the body away. Evelyn leaned back in her chair, deep in thought. Someone had pulled that trigger for a reason. And she was going to find out who. *** Rachel’s Silent Memories Rachel sat by the window, knees pulled to her chest, watching the stars. The house was big, fancy, with expensive furniture and rooms she wasn’t allowed to go into. She was supposed to be grateful. Safe. But something about it felt… wrong.

she explained, her voice now softer and silkier, "I returned because I understood something. There are facts buried in the past, some of which are too terrible to keep hidden forever." Damian's eyes darkened. "Is that a threat?" "No." She leaned forward. "It's a promise." With that, she swept past us and disappeared into the mob. I stood motionless, repeating her words over and over again. "She knows," I murmured softly. "Damian, she knows everything." Damian's expression was bleak. "And now, she's going to use it against us." *** Damian's Point of View I don't quite remember Rachel the way I keep having these flashes of those days with Ava Blackwood, but I know Rachel was trouble, ruthless

I answered. She opened her mouth to say something, but the door slowly crept open. Rachel stood before me in her very dark room, staring up at me. “We need to talk,” I said without hesitation. “Okay?” She said in return. “When I saw you outside the academic center earlier, did you see anything strange?” Her eyes widened at my question, but she shook her head quickly. “No; what would I have seen?” She asked, raising her brows. “I smelled something off earlier; it smelled like rotting flesh—”

She had to keep searching, keep digging, until she uncovered the truth about Victor's identity. With a newfound determination, Rachel closed her laptop and stood up, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for something. She knew that she had to be careful, that she had to tread carefully if she wanted to uncover the truth without alerting Victor. But she was ready for the challenge, ready to face whatever secrets Victor might be hiding. ***

She even asked the woman to come over to her. Alpha Felix and Luna Yelena were silent, looking at the evidence that Rachel presented at that moment. They looked devastated and confused, trying to digest all the information they had just received. And I know Rachel thinks that at least now the truth has been revealed and she can move forward with a lighter heart. As for me? I'm starting to fall backwards with unsteady steps. *** Geralda looked at me quizzically, I could tell she was trying to read my mind this time.

For the second time and much freely this time I was extremely happy for myself again. For a second there I was close to loosing my confidence. "The smile you have on your face is the same one Damon's secretary....'" he stopped to think of her name. "Rachel" I helped him out. "Ah... Yes, she had that same smile on her face when she found out she was pregnant, months before she was murdered at her apartment" Doctor Ray said bringing back Rachel as a topic I won't accept for discussion. It was better I turned a blind eye and walk away.

Her crimson coat had been discarded, revealing a long black gown threaded with blood-colored runes. A brazier burned at her feet, its flame an unnatural shade of blue. From her pocket, she pulled out a tiny glass vial. Within it, a single strand of hair floated—Rachel’s hair. “By blood, scent, and soul,” she whispered, “bring her to me.” The blue flame leapt higher. --- **Back in the Penthouse** Rachel jolted as a sudden chill shot through her spine. The hairs on her neck stood on end, and a prickling sensation crawled over her skin like static.

A three-story which of course will have multiple rooms. He sighed, frustrated. “How are we supposed to know which room she stays in?” Rachel didn’t seem concerned. She pulled out her phone and unlocked it, tapping quickly to open the gallery. “That won’t be a problem. With her face, someone around here will recognize her.” She held up the screen. On it was a clear photo of Valdez, her sharp features and unmistakable eyes framed by her hair.