Final Fantasy 7 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

“Dante, that’s enough.” Dante glanced at him, frustration barely hidden. “Keep protecting him, Maya. But one day, he won’t want protection. He’ll want domination. And I’ll be there.” He turned and left, the wind catching his coat. Taiga stared after him, walking away before maya took his chance to spark up a conversation. **** Elsewhere, inside Shirakiba’s locker room, things were unraveling. Izumi Sei was going over the stats with a tablet in hand when Rin slammed his locker shut, causing everyone else to jump.

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

It killed the ones who touched me at birth, killed… my mother, but somehow managed to ignore my Father. ‘He seems to know already, seeing that he is not interested in you, but your blood. Believe me, I do not know why.’ Yet, you did not care to know. I looked into his blue eyes before I watched him leave in silence, my thoughts centred on my ruse marriage tonight. Katelyn often rasped about her marriage fantasies; her speculations in a man and all other troubles that she found interesting. I, however, knowing that I have no opportunity to place any dream into reality, prefers to see it as a pointless piece.

“But if… let’s just say, hypothetically, if something went wrong between us—” “Impossible,” he cut me off, his tone laced with a harsh, possessive edge. “Molly, listen to me. As long as your name is Molly Thorne, you can never leave me. You are my soulmate, the vampire I personally Embraced. There is nowhere on this earth you could hide from me.” My name isn’t Molly Thorne anymore, a calm voice said in my head. My new human name is Celeste. “What if I wanted to leave?”

Faith chewed on her lips as her eyes moves towards the board again – she go through everything she has learned about the alliance once again. Lately, she was able to learn that every member is a wolf disguised as a sheep. Everyone is trying to tear the other down. She doesn’t care who wins in the end, all she wants is the doom of Aldo. She smashed her lips together, as her eyes fixed on a picture of a very attractive Asian man, Felix. She narrowed her eyes and recall what Levi told her about him.

“Though you are a maid, it's no right of mine to try to kill you, when you did nothing wrong.” I nodded and bent my knee. I had nothing to say. Zarek walked up to me as he fixed the loose cloth on my shoulders. I sparkled when our skin met. Something told me he had felt it too. He gave me a warm smile. Being in Vargthorn wasn't as bad as I had imagined it, though every moment had made me stand on both heels. “I think it's time to go hunting,” Fenrir said. “Ride with me, Maera.”

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

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

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”