Final Fantasy Distant Worlds: Chicago Novels & Stories

Daphne gasped, drawing in a deep breath as she awoke. She blinked frantically trying to clear out the remnants of the dream. She felt exhausted from having multiple dreams since one night. She sighed, closing her eyes to compose herself. She could hear the distant sounds of the castle coming to life—servants bustling about, the clatter of dishes in the kitchen, the occasional bark of a guard's command.

Julia replied, "including me when I first came here. I'll ask the same thing of you as my teacher did of me, 'what did you expect?'" Michael gazed around at the new world he found himself in and considered his answer. He, like Julia, was standing on a near-invisible surface, which appeared to merge into the surrounding air so that it was difficult to work out exactly what 'ground' was. Above them there was no sky, only a vast expanse of grey, fading into black in the far distance, broken by innumerable spheres of mirror silver that floated serenely through the 'air'.

Maybe yes. I told her that my name is Eschia and how did I come to his world. However, there is one thing that I should keep a secret-- and that is they are characters from my best friend's novel. It's much better if he will think that I am from the other world. "I see, Your story explains why your ideas are innovative, Chichi. I will read your business plan. George will fetch you tomorrow" "You're Highness, why are you calling me Chichi?" I tried to fake a smile but honestly, I want to whack him for calling me with an outrageous nickname.

He always had an ulterior motive. "That's great." He replied casually looking around. "What do you want, Brantley? You never come to visit." I grimaced, leaning against the wall. "You know me. I have a firm here in Chicago that I usually maintain from afar. Unfortunately, interests have required me to remain here for a short while so I figured I would let you know. Not to worry, I won't get in your way." Brantley said with a relaxed tone. Rolling my eyes I sighed, "again, why are you here, Brantley?"

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr

Finally, the fifth and sixth floors, which have concert or theater holograms. A large poster is very visible in front of your eyes. As usual, Mira was excited to see her idol poster. “See, this XD!” She thought Hyomi would be amazed. In fact she just looked at XD poster with her meaningless gaze. Flat. Nothing special. “Ya!” Mira screaming. “It doesn't mean anything! I knew they are XD!” Hyomi pointed at the poster. Mira took a deep breath, “Well, i tell their name from the right one!”

I sat in a clean private room, and its bright lights clearly illuminated every stain on my clothes. A nearby waiter cast me a subtle, judging look. His eyes were filled with disdain. After six years of living as a homeless scavenger, I had long gotten used to such detestful gazes. However, I found myself unusually restless in front of Joey. Feeling ashamed, I picked up my cup and drank the water inside. When I set it down, a black handprint marked the polished surface.

I could hear the complaints of the others present, and they were nothing more than distant noises. I had disconnected and would remain so in order not to explode and send everything to hell.

It isn't everyday that Kelvin accepts to sponsor something other than alcohol. "Yeah, I’ll take that pizza. But don’t expect me to go easy on you in FIFA later just because I’m down a hand." Kelvin grinned, pulling his car keys out of his pocket. "Oh, I’m counting on it. This might be my only chance to beat you."

“Are you referring to Miss Moore? Or something else?” Leaning forward even more, Justin beamed. “Yes. I—well, Chicago was rather tense, I must admit. Fortunately, I had a long train ride home with time to decide that clearly, maintaining a diverse and politely distant network can be useful in a pinch. Still— in that regard, I don’t presume to possess skills such as yours. Yet.” Across from him, Andrew chuckled softly. “Excellent. I was afraid I’d put you off with that hideous business in Chicago.”