Full New Update GH Friday, 11/7/2025 Episode (Nov 7, 2025) | General Hospital Spoilers
Port Charles is spinning into chaos as General Hospital kicks off its explosive Friday, November 7th episode. Secrets, betrayals, and long-buried grudges come roaring to the surface in a series of intertwined storylines that threaten to reshape everything we thought we knew about the city and its residents.
At the heart of the storm lies Anna Devane’s mysterious disappearance—a vanishing act that sends ripples through every corner of Port Charles. And while some search for truth, others are using the chaos to cover their own sins.
Felicia Scorpio Cracks as Anna Vanishes
The episode opens with a moment that chills to the bone. Felicia Scorpio—ever the picture of poise and determination—finds her calm unraveling when she receives a cryptic note in Anna’s unmistakable handwriting.
The message is short, direct… and wrong. The tone is colder, sharper, as if Anna herself has been replaced by something unrecognizable. Worse still, it’s addressed to one man: Jack Brennan.
Standing outside the police department in the unnaturally still morning air, Felicia stares down at the words that could either be a warning or a plea. Anna would never just disappear—not without a trail, not without telling her. The unease crawling up Felicia’s spine refuses to fade.
Moments later, she storms into Brennan’s office, her voice trembling with fury and fear.
“Where’s Anna?” she demands, cutting through the calm façade of the WSB director. “Don’t waste my time, Jack. You were the last person she mentioned before she vanished.”
Brennan leans back in his chair, the picture of calm authority. His voice is smooth—too smooth—as he denies involvement. “You think I had something to do with that?”
Felicia doesn’t blink. “I think you’ve been circling her for months,” she fires back. “And I think she left that message for a reason.”
The silence between them is electric. Then Brennan sighs, feigning offense but betraying a flicker of guilt. “Felicia, I assure you, I’m as concerned about Anna as you are. I had no reason to harm her. She’s… useful to me.”
That single word makes Felicia’s blood boil. Anna Devane was never anyone’s pawn.
Before she can push further, Brennan changes tactics, offering WSB resources and a promise to “mobilize everyone.” Felicia doesn’t believe him for a second, but she knows how to play the long game. If Brennan wants to help, she’ll let him—while keeping her eyes wide open.
Anna Devane’s Nightmare Begins
Meanwhile, Anna wakes in darkness. The air is thick and metallic, her head pounding as fragments of memory flash—footsteps, a chemical sting, then nothing.
When her vision clears, she realizes she’s in a small, windowless cell. A single light flickers overhead. Her wrists are restrained.
“Hello?” she whispers into the silence. “Who’s there?”
A click echoes from a nearby speaker, followed by a low, mocking voice that freezes her blood.
“Well, well, Agent Devane… we meet again.”
Her heart stops. That voice—she’d know it anywhere.
Cesar Faison.
“No,” she whispers. “That’s impossible.”
Laughter fills the room, distorted but unmistakable. “You sound surprised. Did you really think you could escape me forever?”
Anna’s mind races. Faison is dead. She saw his body. But this voice—its cadence, its menace—feels too real. Logic claws its way through the panic. Someone is using his voice. Someone who knows her history and how to break her.
“Who are you?” she demands. “What do you want from me?”
The voice chuckles darkly. “You’ll find out soon enough, my dear. For now, rest. You’ll need your strength.”
As the speaker hisses off, Anna steadies her breathing. She’s trapped, but not broken. Whoever’s behind this has gone to great lengths to manipulate her. And if they think she’ll crumble, they don’t know Anna Devane.
Family Secrets Ignite at the Quartermaine Mansion
Across town, tension brews in the Quartermaine mansion. The air feels heavy, charged with decades of resentment and regret.
For once, Tracy Quartermaine drops her armor. Standing before her family—Brook Lynn, Ned, Michael, and Ronnie Bard—she admits the unthinkable. “I owe you all an apology,” she says, voice trembling. “Especially you, Ronnie.”
Ronnie, long accused of tampering with Monica’s will, folds her arms but listens. Tracy’s eyes glisten as she confesses, “I thought I could control everything. But without this family, I have nothing but an empty house.”
It’s Gio Palmieri, the family’s quiet outsider, who breaks the silence. “Owning up to your mistakes doesn’t make you weak, Tracy,” he says gently. “It makes you human.”
Even Ronnie softens, extending a hand. “You don’t owe me an apology,” she says. “But I’ll take it. I didn’t alter Monica’s will, but I should’ve fought harder to clear my name. For that, I’m sorry.”
The moment feels genuine—until Tracy’s tone hardens again. “Don’t celebrate yet. Someone tampered with that will. Until we find out who, there’s still a snake among us.”
Her words hang in the air like thunder.
Porsha Robinson’s Secret Alliance
At General Hospital, Porsha Robinson moves with quiet urgency. She retrieves a hidden black case from behind medical supplies—evidence of a dangerous secret she’s keeping for Britt Westbourne.
When Britt arrives, tension crackles between them. “You got it?” Britt whispers.
Porsha nods, uneasy. “But this better be worth it. If anyone finds out I took this—”
“They won’t,” Britt cuts her off. “You’re doing the right thing.”
Porsha doesn’t look convinced. “I trust you, Britt. But I don’t like secrets that could cost me my job.”
Before Britt can respond, footsteps echo in the hallway. A nurse peeks in, suspicion flashing in her eyes. “Everything okay, Dr. Robinson?”
Porsha forces a smile. “Fine. Just inventory.”
When the nurse leaves, the dread in Porsha’s stomach only deepens. Someone saw something—and in Port Charles, someone always does.
Marco Rios Defies Orders
On the docks, Marco Rios is done waiting. Despite Jordan Ashford’s warnings, he plans to make his move to find Anna.
Jordan intercepts him. “Don’t,” she warns. “You’re about to do something stupid.”
Marco smirks. “Sometimes stupid gets results.”
“And sometimes it gets people killed,” she fires back. “We have a plan. Stick to it.”
But Marco’s desperation wins. “Plans are for people with time. Anna doesn’t have any.”
Jordan’s expression softens, but her voice remains firm. “Let me do this my way.”
After a tense pause, he nods—but his eyes say otherwise.
Josslyn Jacks Confronts Brennan
Elsewhere, Josslyn Jacks faces her boss, Jack Brennan, demanding answers.
“You had me follow Professor Dalton and Britt Westbourne,” she says. “Now Anna Devane’s missing, and you expect me to believe it’s not connected?”
Brennan’s gaze sharpens. “Be careful, Josslyn. Curiosity can be fatal.”
“I deserve to know if I’m in danger,” she insists.
He smiles coldly. “You don’t have the luxury of choice. Do what you’re told—that’s how you stay safe.”
Her heart pounds, but she doesn’t back down. “Safe from what?”
His smirk is chilling. “From me.”
She walks out, shaken—but not defeated.
Storm Clouds Gather Over Port Charles
As night falls, the city simmers. Felicia leaves a message for Robert Scorpio, her voice urgent. “I think Brennan’s playing both sides. Anna’s alive—I can feel it. I’m going after her.”
Lightning flashes outside as Anna listens to the distorted voice return through the speaker:
“Sleep well, Agent Devane. Tomorrow, everything changes.”
Her eyes harden. This game has only just begun.
And in Port Charles, every secret, every lie, and every alliance is about to be tested.