Final Fantasy Vii Fanfiction Novels & Stories

" He called her attention to it, she slowly turned and when she saw it, she willed against the impossibility and hoped on it for illumination, Glenn handed it over to her and they both hastened back to the hole. "I can't... I can't see anything Glenn. " She said tears flooding her eyes again. She circled crazily around the hole with so much desperation to find a way out. "I don't want to leave you here but we have to go back to the camp and seek for help or we might be next." "Then let me be, I can't do this, I don't want to live on without May, she's everything to me." She confessed bitterly, crying loudly while clutching her chest as if hoping to rip off her heart."

“Vivian. To what do I owe the pleasure?” “Listen,” she said, words tumbling, venom on every one. “I need the Fu's to burn. I need death and pain that smash every window in that family’s house. I want them hungry in agony. I want them desperate. And I want Mei to be the first to fall.” Sergio hummed. “You sure you want to poke that hornet’s nest? Fu is big. Dangerous. You want all that on your head?” “Yes,” Vivian snapped. “

"Surely, even a vampire should have a cell phone." Then, a sudden thought sparked in her mind. Damian had once entered her thoughts, a mysterious connection that intrigued her. Perhaps there was a way to reach or communicate with him through their shared mental link. Vivian reasoned that it was worth a try. With determination, she closed her eyes and focused on one thought—ERIC. She immersed herself in his name, dedicating her mind entirely to him, hoping to make a connection. After close to a minute of intense concentration, Vivian opened her eyes, feeling a mix of disappointment and self-amusement. "Well, that was stupid," she chuckled, laughing at herself for entertaining such a far-fetch

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

Zen’s heart ached when Damian heavily modified its genre and function to mecha. Inspecting Zen’s status and new job class, Damian nodded in approval. The healer’s job complemented his Treant bloodline race. However, that was the opposite trait of his force magician job. While waiting for Zen, Damian did several things. Apart from crafting the gauntlet, he talked to the town NPCs to gather more information about the fifth floor’s quest. Most players opted for the beat-them-up path to complete the main quest. For Damian, that was also the easiest route to choose. However, Remi and Charlie found a different route. They managed to sweet talk their way to clearing this stage. Zen would likely fav

and "anime." You really aren't from here, Cassian thought, watching those dreams play through their connection. You're from somewhere else entirely. Somewhere without magic. Or demons. You chose to come here. To save me. The weight of that choice was staggering. In Elian's dream, he was reading something on a glowing screen. The words were fuzzy, but Cassian could make out fragments: "...Cassian Nyx deserves better..." "...this ending is tragic..." "...someone should save the villain..."

I began to imagine that the hand touching me was not Vivian's soft hand, but Davian's rough, tattooed hand. I imagined the sharp smell of tobacco, not the scent of jasmine. I visualized Davian's muscular body on top of me, his hoarse voice calling my name in an exciting, mocking tone. Instantly, my blood rushed. My heart beat fast in rhythm with my fantasy. In my mind, I was not with Vivian; I was back in that locker room, locked in with the man I most avoided and yet desired. The effect was instant. My body reacted violently. "Dewangga... you're finally ready," Vivian murmured in a spoiled voice as she felt my change.

// Warning: This chapter is related to the story, ‘Claimed By Five Alphas ?’ and contains spoilers. Kindly skip it if you haven’t read the story. Author's POV "You never gave me a justifiable end !" Virelle accused me. "You were busy pining for your former love and nuh uh, don't even deny it. I know you spend all the time in your study thinking about Zoe Stone's Dad and looking at his photos secretly before you find victims to fraternize with."

“Damian Vercetti is a walking felony with abs.” I ignored her. “You sure you’re here for finals?” she teased. “Not to relive your eighth-grade fiancé fantasy?” “I never said love,” I said too fast. She raised a brow. “You wrote his name in cursive on every notebook. That counts.” I dragged my suitcase past her like it might protect my pride. “If you knew what they’re really like…” I murmured. She caught up. “Still doesn’t make him any less hot.” --- In our room, she darted to the window.

Taking a step forward, it felt as if time had come to a complete halt as we watched him slowly fall to the floor. Viktoria’s POV I honestly thought it was over for me and my dad! I saw Fynn under the ancient’s spell and all I could do was pray that whatever happened, Fynn would at least be there for our son! Fynn had to survive. “You were meant to be my mate!” The ancient spoke inside my mind and I tried to fight him. “You sullied yourself with that wolf!” I could feel him rummaging through my memories as his disgust grew. I didn’t dare look at Fynn because I was scared it would draw the attention of the ancient to Fynn and we needed him to fire that arrow without the ancient knowing.