Final Fantasy 7 Vincent Limit Breaks Novels & Stories

“Please vow that you will do everything in your power to treasure her, to love her, protect her and make her the happiest woman ever.” Staring at the young male with silver hair, Yuuto finally smiled and lifted his hand toward him. “I vow that I will treasure her, love her, protect her and make her the happiest woman ever.” Vincent stared at the man who came from another world just to chase the woman he loved. He really admired this man because Vincent didn’t have that kind of strength and if by merging his soul with him, Vincent could protect that young girl, then he would do it without hesitation. (BGM : Film Out - BTS)

Chapter 45 Vincent was hearing nothing of her words. Her soft plump ass cheeks made him more excited and he craved to have her for a round at least. Viona reached the bottom of her ire. She knew that what could be happened if she let herself out. Vincent snorted and fearlessly attempted to dive his hand in her feminine part and then, he only heard a creaking voice before howling out in anguish. Viona grasped his sinful hand and made a circle painfully that probably broke his limb.

Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain. “What’s wrong?” Panic evident in Chris’s voice. “It’s breaking” Is all that I say barely over a whisper. I don’t know how I knew but that pain was the bond beginning to break. Everything just goes black.

I retorted, glancing sideways at him. "Someday, you're going to break your own rules, too. Mark my words, Andriette," he said, meeting my gaze directly. I looked away. "Never going to happen." "You can't be so sure," he stated, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You're really weird," I mumbled. He chuckled, glancing back at me. "So are you." I shook my head. "I don't even know why I agreed to this deal. It's so boring. Having Claude as an enemy is just annoying."

The disembodied voice announced, "11th Floor, Donation Department." The scream for help died in my throat as the doors slid away to reveal the trio standing outside. "Where do you think you're going, Dr. Greenwood?" They were all breathing hard, but I felt as if my very soul had frozen with fear. "God, you can run. Good thing we caught up to you, Dr. Greenwood." "Stop messing around, Cynthia. Donation isn't a game. I can't let you kill yourself!" "What's wrong with your legs, Dr. Greenwood?" Yvonne asked gently, though there was nothing gentle in her eyes. "Maybe we should take you back and comfort you."

No control. Just truth. “You knew,” he said. She nodded. “Not everything.” A pause. “But enough.” --- The Final Emotional Moment “You didn’t walk away,” he said. Her voice softened. “I told you I wouldn’t.” Silence. Then— “You changed the game.” Aria held his gaze. “No.” A small pause. “I learned how to play it.” --- The Ending Shift Some people… were impossible to resist. And Cassian Virelli was one of them. But now—

I just needed to hold on to that thought and not submit. “Weaker wolves would have given up by now. I see now why she attached to you so quickly. You are a strong warrior, Frankie Hill.” Vincent whispered with surprised confidence. He rose to his feet slowly. His arm reached out, and his fingers gripped my chin, lifting my face to face his. “But you are no match for me. No one on earth can defeat me, Frankie. I will break you, you will submit, and she will be mine once again.” There was no question in Vincent’s confidence as he spoke.

I immediately made a mad dash for the operating room, but Connor was still in surgery. Zachary walked up to me and questioned in a choked voice, "Is he the reason you won't forgive me?" The immense pressure I felt—and the sheer repulsion I had for Zachary—made me blow up at him. Whipping around, I struck him hard across the face. My eyes were red with rage as I screamed, "Why should I forgive you, Zachary? I gave you a total of seven chances over the years, but have you ever paid any attention to me?

It was even more fun because I didn’t beat him with strength, he was obviously stronger that I was. It was my ability to move faster, to read his next movements and tore around with my smaller frame to my advantage that saved me that day. I couldn’t stop smiling all through that day, but right here, I fell like a loser, a terrible one with no hope. Vincent’s words echoed in my head, sharply as I replayed yesterday’s lecture. “Keep your centre of balance low, do not let the blade drag.” It was a easier listening than doing it. Vincent had little patience for excuses, and after he knew my capacity, it seemed he was more than glad to push me to my limit.

Vincent's eyes widened in awe. "Yes! This is it!" Vincent shouted. But Mike controlled Echo's power. The energy enveloped Vincent's device. The countdown stopped. Vincent's face contorted in rage. "No!" Vincent screamed. Anderson's grip tightened. "It's over," Anderson said. Vincent struggled, but Anderson held firm. Mike approached Vincent, Echo's power still swirling. "You'll never harm anyone again," Mike said. Vincent's eyes filled with hatred. "This isn't the end," Vincent spat.