Final Fantasy 7 Speedrun Novels & Stories

I really don't get why do you have to do that. "Deron, stop!" "Shh. We should be on the same number." "Well, then move the game piece in every rolls you make because no matter how much you roll that to get the highest count, my game piece won't reach your game piece because the distance is too far." "You roll it then."

He did not trust me after seven years together. The clock on the wall struck three. It was the last day of my bet with Bailey. It was also the date that Jeremy had planned to propose to me.

This was not the first time I had exposed his affair with Rose, but Brody stood stunned. In the past, he would always be annoyed by my incessant pestering. I had never seen him with such a pained expression before. “Let’s go, Howard.” Brody stood still and watched me leave. When Howard turned a corner, I heard a roar behind me. It was followed by the sounds of glass shattering and blaring alarms. “Drive faster, Howard. Otherwise, security will think we stole a car.”

Philip asked. Fennel replied, “Three years.” Three years? Philip frowned. He did not have so much time. If he wanted to enter the fifth zone, it seemed that he could only learn and grow faster than the others! “Is it possible to enter the fifth zone within one year?” Philip looked at Fennel and asked. Fennel looked startled and stared at Philip. He said, “Are you kidding me? One year? The fastest record holder is Fulton Hash. It took him two years to complete all the lectures and training for the fifth zone.”

Within four hours, Zephyr had doubled his speed technique! If Zephyr were to face Shaun Lee again, he would not need the Lightning Spear’s assistance. This speed alone was enough to defeat him. As Zephyr continued speeding off, feeling weightless as ever, he reached out his arms, feeling his being connecting with the world. The rune upon his forehead started to sparkle and fizzle, amplifying his technique.

"So you broke into my place at midnight to recruit me as a fake fiancé because you used my name to win a shouting match with your stepsister?" "Yes." He walked over to his kitchen island, leaning his heavy frame against the marble. "Hazel, I’m scheduled to fly to Tokyo next week. A five-day tech summit. Private dinners, luxury suites, and networking with international CEOs. I’ve been planning this for six months." I stepped closer, putting on my best puppy-dog eyes. "Tokyo will always be there. But my dignity won't. Think of this as a high-stakes corporate negotiation. Just... with snow."