Final Fantasy 7 Fanfic Novels & Stories

**Chapter 2: Cracks in the Facade** My lungs forgot how to work. The moon poured cold silver over everything, turning the backyard into some kind of nightmare stage. Damien’s mouth was still on Lisa’s, his fingers tangled in her platinum hair like he’d done it a thousand times. My best friend. My fiancé. The words “my real mate” kept punching holes in my skull.

I walked back over to her, reaching down to take her left hand, my fingers firmly intertwining with hers, the heavy emerald diamond glittering between us. "Your ex-fiancé just handed us the rope, love," I said, a slow, predatory grin spreading across my lips. "They think they're setting a trap for us at nine tomorrow morning." Hazel looked up at me, her dark eyes narrowing with a sudden, matching determination. "What are we going to do?" "We are going to let them think they're winning," I murmured, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss against her knuckles. "And then, Hazel... we are going to burn their entire merger to the ground."

I went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, came back to the room and woke up Mara with a kiss stretching the cup of coffee to her. "Hi honey," She said. "My heart robes.. How is your night beautiful?" I asked. "It is splendid and yours?" She asked. "Greater than you think" I replied. "After the last fight.. I am getting married to you" I replied and she suddenly became sad. "Don't worry.... I will come out of the fight alive" I added and she smiled. "I will be waiting until then," She replied. "For no reason, should you attempt magic on Nightwalker during the fight even if I am at the point of death.. It is highly prohibited" I warned in a mild way.

Sensing Blaine standing in the doorway, Val swallowed any retort he had as to not wake his lover, but turning and finding Blaine had followed him; he waited for the torrent of fury as Blaine ground out a curse finding his younger cousin in the elf's bed. "Damn the Seven Valerian! You took him into your bed, have you lost all of your senses?!" Blaine's voice rose with each accusatory sentence. Val quickly threw a tunic on and grabbed Blaine by the arm and nearly hauled him from the bedchamber.

I’m hoping that won’t matter after a few more days. A strange kind of high consumes me. I know Freya is alive. I play images of bursting through those Rising Star double doors and finding her. I want to sweep her into my arms and see her eyes blaze with ferocious color. I imagine placing my hand on her rounded stomach and a strange fluttering consumes my belly. I need to tell her that even though I briefly knew the sensations of a matebond my heart never left her. I was always hers if she had wanted me. /What about Phillipe, what about our vengeance?/ Rush mentioned and I inhaled. Usually my fantasies about the war ending climaxed with me ripping the still-beating heart out of the white-hair

Its warm glow fell on my figure, giving me comfort like a mother hugging her child. I started walking through a path. I needed to think about the events of the past few hours. One thing was sure, I was weak. This would be my biggest flaw in my attempt to win Seven’s heart. I could see that he had already accepted me as his mate and wouldn't hesitate to save me from danger but it doesn’t mean he loved me. Rogues don’t have a mate. They choose who they will mate to. And Seven chose Sabrina who went MIA. I have to play her role, copy her as much as I need to be.

Five years of marriage, and Serena Vale was nothing more than a ghost in her husband’s mansion. Jackson Blackwood was brilliant, cold, and irreversibly tied to the memory of his first love, Avery, the woman who betrayed him to marry his identical twin brother, Jaden. When a devastating car crash leaves her husband, Jackson dead and his twin surviving, Serena’s world shatters. But grief quickly turns to horror when the surviving twin returns. He carries Jaden’s face, but his most intimate, private habits belong to Jackson. Then the realization hit her; Her husband is alive. He faked his own death and stole his dead brother's identity, just to escape her and play protector to Avery. B

This is nothing, a walk in the park compared the past few months, the dreams and the nightmares, the echoes of my seriously screwed up past, the craziness that is Fable. Fable. I wish they were here tonight. Felix. Alastaire. Ben. Lyall. Elliot. What are they doing right now? Mixing the final track? Eating dinner? Packing their bags? They’ll be going back to England next week… An unwelcome memory flashes before my eyes. Felix standing before me in the forest, his eyes filled with strange fire as his lips meet mine. The swishing of wings cutting the air as an army of ravens descend through the night, gathering to their prince, just moments before I passed out.