Novel & Cerita Final Fantasy 7 Chaos

Angel and their mommy are crying while their daddy is silent. I approached them. When Angel saw me he suddenly hugged me. I hugged her back and caressed her back. We both cry. "I-It's my fault, Cha-Chariz, if I hadn't p-agreed to what D-Dem wanted, h-it wouldn't s-I hope it would happen, huhuhu" he said. I shook. "W-It's not your k-fault, A-Angel. K-It's my fault because I didn't fight to stay l-let's just stay at X-Xzy's house, huhuhu" We both cried.

And maybe—just maybe—cue the sequel: HELL NAWW! ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ❤️Hope you guys enjoyedChaos in Heels—I definitely enjoyed writing it. Until next time, my friends. 💅

Zoey said before stumbling over her feet to exit the building. “Damn, remind me not to piss you off.” The girl who took my order said. “I hate bitches like that, they think they are so cool because they don’t eat. Fuck, I rather enjoy a desert and have a little fluff than go around starving myself.” “That’s exactly how I feel.” I smiled as I handed her my credit card. “Hey, don’t I know you?” She pointed my credit card at me for a moment. “Oh, you’re Wakely Gilford…aren’t you?”

He was recently considered as the number one agent among us but now that Black Dragon arrived… “If you’ll excuse me agents, I will go upstairs now and announced to the customers that we already had a DJ.” Renzo-hyung, I mean, Sir Se7en said before he approached his favorite chair and ascended upstairs. A long silence passed us five there. Then Black Dragon spoke.

"But when a sudden event occurs where you don't have me anymore, that's a lie. I will always be by your side. Even though I could be far from where you are, at least, I am staring and admiring from a far. You still have me... from afar." My eyes were focused infront as I tried my best to flash out a genuine smile which ends up looking like a fake one. I'm just glad that you are not looking at me, so we won't start another conversation that tackles about the strangeness inside this house and its owner. I must admit that I am paying attention to every words that you are whispering in my ear. That's why I couldn't help, but grasp onto your arm underneath my palm as I keep singing through the so

Ada frowned, wondering what Lenn was speaking about. "Darkness is looming." Lenn repeated his words. "Don't give up hope. We will fight against the Dark Lord." She said, looking at destroyed Lenn. Listening to Ada, Lenn went into deep thoughts. "Yes we will fight. For our sake. For our freedom. For our air." He said strongly. His eyes held fire as he looked straight into Ada's eyes. Date: 30th June, 1475 Strategies work if the plans are perfect they say, but no. They work if they want to work. The battle had left scars on people's hearts. Scars of fear.

Warning⚠⚠: this chapter is a bit emotional My mom has been behaving very strange lately, receiving strange calls and crying after receiving those calls. I have tried asking her what it was but as usual, she doesn't open up. "mom I am fade up with all these shit, can you stop crying and tell me what the hell is wrong with you" I said "language", she said Oops!! even in a bad condition she still care about my language. so funny I said sarcastically

🖤 Jacob 🖤 An hour later, everything looked different. The kind of control that comes after chaos has already done its damage and everyone is now scrambling to clean it up before it gets worse. My phone had been buzzing nonstop, messages stacking on top of each other, updates flying in from every direction, and for once, I wasn’t the one reacting. I was watching. Because the attack had slowed down.

He wants nothing to do with that pathetic pack. “Alpha…” She stuttered. His eyes left Betty and settled on her. “I swear, I am not a spy, I promise.” Her voice. Her voice felt like a melody from the finest muses. Fuck. He was losing it. “Who are you?” He asked. “I am Cat Bamford. And I swear by my life, I have no evil intent. I was just lost in the woods.” “Lost in the woods? No one ever gets lost in this part of the woods. No one trespasses Deville.”

FLASHBACK — HELL, MINUTES BEFORE The battle reached a fever pitch as Luna, her eyes blazing with fury, unleashed a spear of moonlight that pierced through the chaos, aimed straight at Allistair. The missile hissing through the air made its way, its ethereal light a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. Allistair, no longer constrained by the Seraphim sigils, absorbed the attack with ease. His Chaos surged, transmuting the celestial energy into something far more potent. With a flick of his wrist, he returned the assault a thousand times stronger, sending a wave of raw, unbridled power crashing back toward Luna.