Resident Evil Retribution Rain Ocampo Novels & Stories

I shrugged. "Hey I've heard that Bianca will be coming back from her mission today." Blake said before Arabella could reply to whatever I told her. "Who's Bianca?" I was curious. "Bianca Rossi." Antonio replied, "She's our best assassin. She was sent on a mission and now she's back. You'll probably meet her at the main house when we go. Here's an advice; stay away from her. She says that she's The Deadly. You know who that is right?"

Janet's POV The sky was filled with rain, it was going to pour soon. I knew that it was going to be a heavy one. I stood at the door, looking at the sky and wondering what time it was going to stop raining as it was so filled up. I looked up and smiled, after this rain is going to come something so fresh and good. I was so close to getting what I wanted and I felt happy, new and refreshed. You have no idea how this is going to be for me. I was so happy because of the text that Berrent sent to me. He said it was time as he already knew who the old witch had sent to him to fight.

ᯓ★ Ginger rushed to the villain’s lair, breathing heavily because she was in a hurry and didn’t want to be late. If she wanted to stay longer in her enemies’ workplace and be successful with the execution of her revenge plan, then she would need to follow one of the codes of conduct, which was punctual. “Wait, hold the elevator!” Yelled, Ginger at the person who was about to enter the elevator while she was running. She was so busy catching her breath, she didn’t notice it was Charlie. Ginger just realized it when Charlie spoke.

The sky above the valley center was stained with an unnatural blood-red glow, beating like the heart of a demon, casting the snowy mountain peaks in a horrifying hue. Screams of panic from the clan members at the festival drifted up, carried by suddenly violent winds. The valley that had once been a hidden paradise now stood at the edge of apocalypse. Rayden felt something else. Through his blood connection, he could feel the Ice Heart’s pain directly. Like a cold, throbbing ache in his own Dantian, a silent scream from an ancient entity being poisoned from within. The pain was so real he staggered, clutching his chest. “The formation in this room…” Anya shouted, pointing at the floor where

I gasp as the orgasm rips through me, my body arching, water splashing. I go still. Panting. Drenched in sweat. The aftershocks pulse through my thighs. And when I finally open my eyes, reality sets in. The man who just made me cum so hard I forgot my name? Xander Black. Fuck.

A wig that replicated her curls. Kc stopped taking air for an instant. Because beside it— A hospital bed. Stained sheets. Leather restraints on the arms. A box labeled "Memories – 2016" stood at its foot. Kc opened it. Inside: a vial of "Midnight Stain No.7" and a USB. "Jesus Christ…" Malcolm grumbled. "He rebuilt the Milan room." Kc plugged in the USB to his portable drive. Video loading. A young Valeria—blinking, sleepy—sat in a dark room. Adrian's voice breathed from offcamera.

It took less than half a day for him to finally breathe his last, exactly like how I ended up in my past lifetime. As for that b*tch, Yvette, it would not be long before her death. The group of women started to look fatigued from the cameras, and they lay on the ground one by one like dead dogs. That was when the surveillance turned black. There was no longer any electricity. It was only then that tears finally streamed down my face as I did it. I had gotten my revenge. I have lived in the cave since, and six months have passed. My water and food were almost exhausted, and even the pool water in the cave was almost dried up. My tear ducts had also dried up, and I leaned against the cave wall

But just then, Robin called in a panic. "Dr. Walker! We have a problem! Kayden's gone, and his room is covered in blood! And just now, our overseas licensors revoked the hospital's rights to use all of our core technologies!"

However, no matter how desperately she pleaded, not a single cent came through. Ten minutes of fake crying later, frustration broke through her mask, and she snapped. “You bunch of broke losers! So many people in here and you can’t even scrape together one decent donation?” The mood flipped instantly. A new flood of messages filled the screen. [Any cops watching this stream? The suspect is right now under the Frostbridge overpass.] The tip spread like wildfire in the chat. Mira panicked and hurried to shut the stream down, but it was too late. The officers were the ones who finally ended her live feed.

The rogues did not cross the threshold. They stood in the rain beyond the open door, heads lowered slightly, bodies tense, silver eyes fixed on me. Not Damien. Me. Always me. One of them stepped onto the porch. Its skin was gray beneath streaks of rain and black blood. Its shoulders hunched wrong under torn clothing. Its mouth stretched too wide when it smiled. I recognized it. Not the same creature from the bar. But something close. A cousin of the nightmare. A family reunion nobody wanted. Damien snarled.