Fanfiction Final Fantasy 7 Novels & Stories

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"Task #15: Fabian wanted the Blaze-fire pack's secret combat manual. I snuck into their sacred grounds and stole it. I was almost caught, got my arm sliced by a silver bullet. When he took it, all he said was, 'It's useful enough.'" Task #20, Task #30, Task #50… Every page was a testament to my pathetic devotion and his icy cruelty. "Task #67: I spent three months learning to brew his favorite ancient mead. When I brought it to him, he was talking to Gloria. He didn't even look up. 'Just leave it on the table,' he said." Tears blurred my vision. "Task #78: Fabian's power went wild. He was in agony all night. I stayed by his side, feeding him my energy to calm him. When dawn broke, his first

It made it seem as though I had quit the team out of spite after failing to get Nina. What made it even more dramatic was that Rowan accidentally liked the post. That single click pushed the rumors and the league’s hype to their peak almost instantly. Rowan’s fans became even harsher toward me. They cut together clips of my so-called lapdog moments and turned them into mocking memes. "So he's Nina’s lapdog!" "Didn't you know Nina is Rowan’s girlfriend? How could you be so shameless, going after your teammate’s girlfriend?" "Good thing Nina isn't blind and rejected you. Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? What makes you think you can compare to Rowan?"

“yes!! Jade please help me she… she is so innocent and naive… she is not understanding me, they.. they will destroy her life… I thought about this.. if Ana is saying then she must have been very innocent… cause Ana was genius to scan a person’s personality… “Okay!! I will help you..” “Really? Thank you buddy you are really my best friend…” Ana jumped in happiness… and Jade smiled… “but.. how.. how can you take her away?” Well that’s my matter.. a smirk appear on my face thinking of my way to escape that girl.. let’s see who that girl is..

Gloria loved to debase her milk tasters with little acts of humiliation that mollified her basic role of submissive servant for pleasure. Lafitte was right on the edge. He could feel his spunk rising deep inside his immortal core. He knew he could never have children but the instinct to procreate was strong in his cock. His creation fang was vibrating with intense desire. He fought off the urge to bury his fang in the middle-aged woman's lustrous white skin and allowed his vampire juices to escape deep inside her tight clutching rectum.

Although she always told herself that and ended up either forgetting or postponing it. Other than the AC problem, Chloe's place was nice. It was a fabulous flat—a one-bedroom apartment with a great kitchen and real hardwood floors. Reluctant to leave—both the apartment and the bed—Chloe moaned and stretched. The erotic novel she had been reading before she slept off the previous night was still on the bed next to her, open to page one-twenty-three. She trailed her finger over the page, then closed her eyes, remembering the way the delicious, decadent words had played over her body, with a little help from her fingers, of course....while thinking about Timothy. She stretched like a cat, tempt

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

The people who lived there described it differently. I described it as: get out before the ground opens under you. I had been working that problem since I was twelve. Not emotionally — I had no attachment to Verath Seven, no nostalgia for its dust-colored sky and its perpetual tremors and the specific smell of machine lubricant and mineral exhaust that had been the only air I'd ever breathed. I wanted to leave because staying was a slower version of dying, and I had never been interested in dying slowly. The problem was that leaving required money I didn't have, documentation I couldn't afford, and transit access that was controlled by the same colonial authority whose interest in my departu

Then Kisha whispered: “I was thinking about Morgan.” Corey held her tighter. “I miss him.” I know. “He loved me without making me earn it.” Corey’s hand moved gently through her hair. “I know.” “And I think I’ve been afraid that nobody would ever love me like that again.” Corey pulled back slightly. “Kisha.” She looked into his eyes, I don’t want to be afraid anymore. He gently wiped a tear from her cheek. “You don’t have to be.” She smiled. There’s something I need to tell you.