Novel & Cerita Rachel Resident Evil Revelations

I irritatingly stated. "I am just concerned about you Your Hig--Harris". He said. I let out a sigh. We're now both walking through the corridors and this kinda made me feel deja vu. My eyes roamed around the corridor and we just arrived at the right spot, Mistress Tavich's office. The door from the office opened and it revealed 'Luther'? I stopped my steps as our eyes meet. He have this soft expression towards me. Wait is he smiling? If he is not a jerk I would say his smile right now is looking sincere.

"I'm not sure about it. It's just a suspicion. I have seen a few similar cases like that. In the end, I don't have any evidence to prove what I just said. But just keep it in mind and keep an eye on everybody in that creepy villa" Rachel laughed when she said 'creepy'. "Alright, I will, my dear detective" ~~~~~*~~~~~ Rachel dragged her feet from the bathroom as she reached for the door that led to the bedroom she shared with George. Walking over to a table mirror nearby, she peered at her reflection, observing the dark circles that stained under her eye and how puffy her eyes were. Adjusting the towel around her body, she sighed for the hundredth time that day. She had not been sleeping well

The room was adorned with black drapes and a somber silence filled the air. I looked around, searching for familiar faces, and that's when my eyes landed on Rachel. She stood near the queen, her presence commanding attention. Rachel had returned, and her arrival sent a chill down my spine. Rachel's eyes met mine, and a wicked smile played on her lips. It was a smile filled with triumph and a hint of malice. My heart sank as I realized that she had returned to claim what she believed was rightfully hers - Reuben. I felt a knot forming in my stomach as Rachel made her way toward us, her gaze never leaving Reuben.

I managed to convince Grace and I saw how her face suddenly transformed with pain. “ What are you saying, Rachael? Who is Camilla that's pregnant for your husband and how did that happen?” Grace raised a curious gaze at me. I hesitated before I answered weakly. “ The Camilla we both know. My secretary, Grace” This revelation shocked Grace, causing her to spring up from the chair. “ Are you serious? How? When?” Grace didn't believe me. Those were the exact questions I asked myself when I found out. ‘How?’ ‘When?’

But all Mark had to do was appear weak and bring up Rachel, and she would blindly believe him. "How dare you even talk about Rachel!" Lara was shaking with anger. She suddenly pulled a USB drive from her pocket and slammed it hard onto the coffee table. "This USB contains footage from that operation on the border three years ago. Although the video is somewhat blurry, it's been authenticated by the tech department. "Caleb was the one who rescued Captain Stone. Rachel was killed while covering the main force's retreat! She never had any chance to even rescue Captain Stone, who was trapped on the other side of the valley!"

"You worthless, cowardly bastard! You dare to act but can't own up to it? You might as well not live!" No one dared defend him now. Richard was catching his breath, his face red, glaring at the TV footage. Then he shouted—even louder than me. "And you! You're some piece of work yourself! Spying on me at home with hidden cameras—you control freak! Calling all these people here today… that was your plan all along, wasn't it? Getting stuck with a wife as vicious as you… that's my misfortune!" Even my mother-in-law grew dramatic, slumping to the floor, pounding her thighs.

Yet in the end, I could not even compare to an outsider who had fixed her water heater. I picked up Maya's phone from the table where it was charging and casually tried a password. Sure enough, it was Randy's birthday. I opened their chat. Half an hour earlier, Maya had asked Randy something. [Why do I feel like Eric is acting strange? Did he find out something?] Randy did not take it seriously. [What are you worried about? He's so clueless. All he ever does is go on missions. Maybe one day he'll die, and you'll be free.]

"Anyway, let's get down to business. First, do you give me your word that nobody will hear of this? If anyone does, there'll be hell to pay." As if I would risk my life by snitching, I think. I'm not a fool. Like all high class werewolves, Rachel has heightened senses, and can easily tell if someone is eavesdropping on our conversation. So if whatever she's about to tell me leaks, she'll know instantly that it was my doing. "You have my word," I reply, struggling to contain my curiosity.

Since Rachel was the Superior that had been assigned to Zorphe, she did all her research there and, with the help of her underlings, she was able to invent a remote control that could locate and destroy a dimension. Once this object had been proven efficient, Rachel asked for the Council’s approval. While her aim was only to show Pasithea of Zorphean’s glory, Henmulga found her act imprudent. No one was to ever be in touch with such an object again; otherwise, they’d be considered treacherous filth who deserved nothing more than a good beating. Rachel tried to reason out, so she was immediately detained, just until she would stop blabbering nonsense. Her imprisonment caused a chain of unfort

All around you is nothing but pitch-black darkness and absolute silence, as though everything around you is dead…" Rachel's expression slowly became uncomfortable before she hurriedly stood up and rushed outside to call for a doctor. It seemed she had completely forgotten that there was a call button right there in the room. I stared silently at the phone she had accidentally left behind on the bedside table. In the past, I had never once looked through her phone as a gesture of respect and trust. Now, however, I decided to snoop through her phone like a spouse who suspected their partner of cheating. The password was a simple 1111. Before everything that happened, I might have simply assume