Romans & histoires Resident Evil Village: Donna Beneviento

they replied as Drake previously thought of them. "Good. Vampires are known to be very powerful and always ready to take on any challenge or threat. Yes, we must be ready for surprises, but for now, I urge you all to remain calm and act strictly as you've been told," I added. "Does anybody have a question?" I questioned but probably because of fear, not one of them raised their hands, so I asked again. "Does anyone amongst you have a question?" This time, only one hand went up, a girl. I browsed through her life with my ability, and I was a bit shocked and happy when I discovered she was only ten years old. She dared speak when the elders remained quiet—what a brave one.

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s

We entered the chamber, and the scene before me almost knocked the breath out of my chest. My children were tied to separate chairs, their eyes wide with confusion but no tears, as if they had learned to hold their fear in check. They were strong. Just like Daniil. And just like me. They had no idea what kind of monster stood behind them—literally and figuratively—but they were still alive. And that was all that mattered. And standing there, cold as ever, was Benita. She stood with a smile that was all venom and no warmth, her cold green eyes shining with a malice I hadn’t seen before. Her fingers caressed the handle of a knife she held in one hand, twirling it between her fingers like she w

"You are no longer in your world, Carmen. When you died, the vortex you saw transported you here, to a realm beyond your comprehension. This is the world of your favorite manga." Carmen blinked, the words taking a moment to register. What does this woman mean by being transported to a manga? "My... manga?" She asked, confused. Because there was no way in hell this woman was saying what she was actually thinking because that would be a crazy theory. Nyx nodded. "The story you read so often, the one that consumed your thoughts. "Eclipsed Fates" You've been transported into that world. But you are no longer Carmen. Here, you are Daphne Vasquez, daughter of Lord Alaric and Lady Erica Vasquez."

Casie started the engine, her mind already mapping out their investigation. "Dr. Vasquez first. We need to know what this girl was before we can figure out who wanted her dead." The city morgue was housed in a brutalist concrete building that looked as cheerless from the outside as it was on the inside. Dr. Helena Vasquez met them at the security entrance, her olive complexion unnaturally pale under the fluorescent lights—a telltale sign of her dhampir heritage.

Hazel dismounted, her boots crunching against the blackened ground as she surveyed the devastation. The survivors were huddled together near a makeshift tent, their faces pale and hollow with fear. Damon approached the group, his expression grim as he crouched to speak to an elderly woman who appeared to be their leader. “What happened here?” he asked, his voice low but commanding. The woman’s hands trembled as she clutched a rosary around her neck. “They came out of nowhere,” she whispered. “Shadows... moving like they were alive. They tore through the village, killing anyone who crossed their path. It was as if they were searching for something.”

With all courage I gently said, "I am Celestine Duke, the Heiress of Vamparia, please let me enter the heart of the palace." Sweat was dropping on the floor where I was standing, and the door unexpectedly opened after a few seconds, giving me shivers. The light that comes from the room has blinded my eye, and I'm reawakening my expectations, hoping that this time I won't be disappointed, and would receive a gift.

Elena pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and held herself very still. ✘ ✘ ✘ “We don’t torture women,” Dante said through his teeth once his father’s study door clicked shut. “Correct,” Victor replied, unhurried. “But she is not merely a woman. She is the bridge to our greatest enemy. Isabella Moretti is still out there. She has the potential to bring everything down.” “The woman downstairs is not dangerous.” “She is the only living witness from that night who remains.” Victor’s cold grey eyes locked onto Dante’s. “She knows where Isabella is.”

“Vivian handled it correctly. Even the Donna’s relatives should know the rules. Not everyone gets to enter the Don’s estate.” For a moment, everyone praised Vivian. It was as if the person who had died because of her was nothing but a problem that should have been removed, while Vivian had protected the Valenti family’s dignity. Vivian gave me a pleased look, then leaned timidly toward Luca. “But Mr. Valenti, the person who died was still Elena’s mother.” “She is still the Donna. What if she uses that title to come after me later?” Luca looked down at her, his eyes full of comfort.

a female voice came from the entrance. Turning, Dimitri saw Alanna Bradbury and Eve Hartlow walking into Everglades, Alanna moving to sit beside Josh while Eve sat on her other side. Eve, the short blond who rarely left Bull Creek, was one of the humans Bane tried to drive out of their community. "What brings you two here?" Josh asked as he motioned for Wes.