Resident Evil 7 Biohazard Ethan Novels & Stories

I couldn't believe Brian, a vice principal, treated human life like it meant nothing. How could he say the boy was born sick?! Ethan's mother had reminded us repeatedly to take good care of him and had even organized his medications carefully. If I hadn't given Ethan that emergency dose in time, the thought of what would happen made my scalp crawl. In my previous life, I had left Yvonne behind to fetch the parents; when I came back, I found Ethan lifeless, with pills scattered all over the floor. At the hospital, they discovered several drugs had interacted badly and accelerated Ethan's death.

I take off my shirt, and like I've done every single day since the last three years, I begin to whip myself. One slash for Mrs Hayes. Two slashes for Mr Hayes. Three slashes for Alexander Hayes. Four slashes for breaking my promise to Lilith Hayes. Five slashes for being coward. "Uh...maybe another time?" Esteban's voice breaks me out of my punishment and I turn over my shoulder to look at him. "No. Sit down." Then, I turn back and set the whip down, picking up my shirt and pulling it over my blood stained back. "We have the Vietnamese cartel on our tail. I want you to find their base here in Mexico and remind them why other houses don't fuck with Los Muertos."

“I don’t know what you’re sick with but I think it’s getting involved with your memories, in case you don’t remember me, I’m Valentina, also known as the ghost girl.” “I remember you.” His reply was brief as he pulled the duvet back to his body and I was even more confused, Ethan didn’t look like he was about to give me any explanation. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I asked you why you have hugged me twice?” I don’t know what game Ethan is trying to play with me but I know that I’m not going to be a part of it. “We are not even friends, and everyone knows just how much you hate me, so what’s going on?”

I wanted to marry a person I love, I care about not a person I have the urges to kill. “Dammit…” I closed the door behind me and locked it as I fell on the ground. I stare at the floor without any emotions. Is my life so cheap that it took a mere second to bond with some stranger? What turn my life has taken? As I was sitting like a lifeless body, my breath suddenly hitched as the truck of realization hit me. He is Raymond Smith. I suddenly remembered his name. “What the- Please say this is a sick joke. It can't be him.”

His gaze drops to my neck, and the corner of his lip quirks. “Blake,” growls Ethan. “What does he want?” When the girl leaves, Blake walks toward us with his hands in the pockets of his breeches. Halfway across the grassy expanse, he halts. Ethan sniffs the air, then jumps to his feet. The two of them turn their heads toward the hill on the other side of the castle. “What is it?” I ask, alarmed, as I get up. “Horses. Fergus. Vladimir. And... and John.” Ethan’s body is rigid, his breathing hard. “They’re coming. I can smell them. And blood. I smell blood. Lots of blood.” He swallows, and his face whitens. “John’s blood.”

I kissed him back like a drowning man clutching an anchor. Jax made a low, pained sound and looked away. Marcus laughed again, weaker this time. “Touching. But the clock’s ticking, Professor. "89%.” Elliott broke the kiss, rose, and turned to Marcus. The shift was instant,predator mode. “You want to play blackmail?” he said softly. “Fine.” He pulled a small black device from his inner jacket pocket,a key fob with a single red button. He pressed it. Somewhere deep in the building, alarms began to wail. Not fire,something sharper, electronic.

But today, the clean, sharp lines of the architecture felt like the blueprint of a prison. I walked down into the subterranean wine cellar, the temperature dropping instantly as the thick limestone walls closed around me. This was the only structural dead zone on the property, a cavern carved so deeply into the bedrock that Silas’s newer, short-wave audio bugs couldn't cleanly penetrate the density of the stone. Ethan was already waiting in the shadows of the vaulted archway, his large frame completely still, looking like a gargoyle carved from the dark. I didn't say a word. I pulled the tiny, silver cap from my pocket and tossed it onto the top of a heavy oak barrel between us. It hit the w

Roy recalls that he knew him but doesn’t know from where. The ground cracks like glass; he falls again, this time into thick fog. Everything was grey and silent; his body ached, maybe from being tired of it all. From it, a figure in white emerges, face blurred by the dense grey fog, undefined. They raise a gun and calmly say, “This is your last.” The trigger clicks, a deafening gunshot. Darkness. Then a voice within the dark: “Time resets when you forget who you are… Wake up, Roy.”

The king of the Cocolink syndicate. "So," Ethan’s voice was a low, melodic purr that vibrated in Zack’s bones. "This is the ghost of Havenfall." Ethan leaned forward, the light catching his sharp jawline and the predatory glint in his eyes. He reached out, his gloved fingers catching Zack’s chin, forcing him to look up. "You're a mess," Ethan remarked. "But those eyes... they're exactly what I was promised." "Kill me," Zack spat, blood spray hitting Ethan’s pristine white shirt.

brand. "The 'Millionaire in Disguise' returns to the dirt," Jax rasped, his "Calculating" eyes locking onto Ethan. "We heard the 'Sovereign' had 'Hard-Reset' your life in the mountains, Ethan. Why bring the 'Biological Key' to a 'Dead-Zone' like this?"