Final Fantasy Vii Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Violet (POV) After dinner, I went to my room and looked at my phone. I see thousands of text messages from my friends I started answering them. After a few minutes, I sat down on a chair next to my window and started to think about what happened the last few days First Mia and Chad died then I found out that they weren't even my real parents, I came to live with my dad and brothers and they are the fucking leaders of the mafia, Murphy comes back and my new friend is his sister, I get kidnapped almost raped

The way his tongue licked every juice, and for his d*ck made more juice pump out. It was everything I’d dreamed of and more. Every night, I had gone to bed, desiring him. But beneath the euphoria, a nagging thought lingered. Arlene. My best friend. She’d be furious if she finds out. Hell, she might never forgive me. She’d never understand how much I was in love with her dad, and how badly I wanted him. To her, it was betrayal but for me, it was a dream come true. I bit my lip and shook my head. I’ll deal with that later. Right now, all I cared about was how good Jackson made me feel and how deeply I’d fallen for him.

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

V7 chimed with a knowing nod. " Then why aren't you saving one?!" She exclaimed as she held her chest, acting like a damsel in distress. " Freedom of choice, my darling! Besides, now I don't need to find bait anymore. Since you're here." V7 opens his hands toward the ceiling like he was thanking the heavens for such a thing before closing the distance between himself and the paladin and tapping a finger on her nose.

The arena fell silent, the gray Accorm was lying on the ground motionless but was still breathing, the pain really got him but it was all part of the plan, no pain no gain. EARLIER BEFORE THE FINAL BATTLE "I'm scared of what he might do to you, please don't fight him, i...i don't want to lose you." Vida felt bad about the fight and wanted Tavor to forfeit it "Relax I'm going to be fine, i know he is eager to have his revenge and i would use that against him, don't worry i have a plan." he caressed her cheeks and kissed her hungrily.....

Cara agrees and I smile because I said the truth, in five years, I hope I still have my girls, hope I am married to Caden, and hope Xavier, Damian are back, they've been gone enough. "In Five Years, do you know that's a book." Violet muses and I look at her in amusement, she is deviating. "Yeah?" I say, amused. "Yes, it's about this woman, her life -- " She sees our expression and shuts up temporarily about the story I am sure she'd continue later. "In five years, I want to be, drum rolls please, alive. I want to be alive." She says with a grin on her face. A chill goes through me, and I want to cry for a reason I do not know, I try to keep it in, but I just burst into tears.

he begged and I nodded I don't know what he really want to say. He came closer to me and sat on my bed.. "please promise me"he begged again Like seriously!! "OK since you don't trust me let's make a deal, if I get mad you'll slap me back to earth"i said "slap you? "he asked "yeah slap me"i said "hmm, deal"he said "talk already "I yelled This is not me, am really changing all because of Jace. "I would first like to apologize for making you pass through all this headache "he paused

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

What he saw only deepened his fury. Then, he stumbled upon the most recent video—one where he was wearing the exact outfit he had on today. It was a screen recording of Bellie's I*******m story. A melancholic song played in the background while he stood working in the distance. The comments on this particular clip were far more unhinged and delusional than any he had seen before. Tham's jaw clenched tight with mounting rage. The narratives these people were weaving in the comments were entirely fabricated.