Guilty Gear Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Not a full-blown romantic hostage situation with a woman who clearly thinks I'm the devil." "To be fair, you are a little devilish," Gunner said, smirking. "Charming. Arrogant. A little cocky. Dead in the eyes,” I gave him a blank stare. “Look, you should be grateful she doesn't want you. Close the chapter for goodness sake. Besides, you got laid, didn't you?” I sighed. My friends were complete idiots. “Not the point, Gunner. I actually happen to feel guilty for what I did.”

ABIGAIL’s POV Guilt gnawed at me, its sharp claws tearing at my conscience. The memory of Damian’s pleading eyes haunted me, but every time I tried to focus on him, my thoughts drifted back to Bastian. The way he made me feel, the fire he ignited within me, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I wandered aimlessly through the halls, lost in a fog of confusion and regret. But as the night wore on, guilt began to mingle with another, more primal feeling—a longing I couldn’t suppress. Bastian’s words echoed in my mind, challenging me, stirring something deep inside.