Loveless Final Fantasy 7 Novels & Stories

Leona stared blankly at the screen, not responding to a single message. Her love for Sebastian had died, so these taunts no longer had the power to hurt her.

" The people around us began whispering. After all, everyone knew I had done plenty of foolish things just for the chance to marry Yaron. I looked at the bottle he was offering, finding it utterly laughable. In my past life, I had obeyed his every word without question. Marrying him had been my greatest wish, my most foolish obsession. Still, even if Yaron had a shred of humanity in him, he wouldn't have done something so heartless… Ever since my rebirth, the memory of my past suffering lingered like a ghost, creeping up on me when I least expected it. Fortunately, I would not be so foolish again. With a loud crash, the bottle shattered against his head.

he replied casually. Lavender Quinn was Sean's junior colleague. I didn't know what to feel, except pity that after all the effort we'd put into buying the tickets, neither of us had really paid attention. On the way back, Sean pulled out his phone again. I couldn't take it and slammed it shut. He frowned at me. Looking him in the eye, I said teasingly, "You've missed two monthly dates already. I finally got you here, yet you're constantly on your phone. And you keep talking about your colleague. I'm going to get jealous now."

“Piece by piece.” One by one, she tore his fingernails out, his screams echoing through the warehouse. But Sasha’s face remained cold, her mind focused on the image of Eve, on the memory of her friend’s laughter and the warmth she’d brought into Sasha’s life. When she finally stopped, Carlos was slumped in the chair, barely conscious, his face swollen and bloody, his hands shaking uncontrollably. “This is what it feels like to lose everything,” she whispered, her voice devoid of emotion. “I hope, wherever you go next, you remember that.”

It burned just enough to feel new, but underneath, it warmed me, like a temporary relief. I reached out to examine the bottle—Château Margaux. Even I knew, this was expensive. “This must have cost a fortune,” I murmured, taking another sip. He shrugged. “Not really,” then took a gulp from his glass. “Can I have more?” I asked a few minutes later. The first glass had dulled the sharp edges of my grief, and I wanted more of that numbness. He poured us both another glass. “To new memories,” he said, beaming.

Given the situation, it seems Voz Marken has the upper hand. The wind howled inside the corridor. All the lights on both sides were turned off, and the only light emitted was from the other golden orb. Suddenly, something flew out of the orb and landed in front of Uri. He immediately recognized it as Alex's cloak. Uri picked it up without hesitation and quickly wore it around himself. He turned his head to look at the flickering light at the end of the hallway, where it seemed to be a turning, then turned his head to look at the other two men. It seemed that they were far from stopping, and thought quickly flashed in their heads.

She nodded her head at me. "And that's Dave, Orlando, Tobb." Ryan picked up the other three. So, this young man with a despicable smile was Dave, this brilliant blond hair was Orlando, the last person with black hair was Tobb. They were all very beautiful, but as a pattern, the color of the eyes was rather similar and the skin was strangely white. "No need to present Ryan, we're not near her." Scarlet said, the arrogant brow frowning. Ryan ignored her, grinned at me and told me.

Valerian said, adorationin his voice and in all of his facial features. The lovers bathed in Valerian's expansive bath, talking and laughing with each other; while any thoughts of the coming morning far from their minds. Sharing what would be their last hours together for the Seven only knew how long. Valerian gathered Thane close to him in his large bed, burning the memory of how it felt to hold Thanerick in his arms deep into the memory banks of his mind as they slowly drifted into deep sleep.

Joe couldn't bother her anymore, with the pictures he had taken of her that afternoon in the company parking lot, she was sure he wouldn't bother her anymore. “Tonight you're going to shine, Morgana, so smile!” Beaming with joy, she went in search of her friend. A red wine-colored Pathfinder van was parked out front. She stopped in her tracks. “Here,” Lorena rolled down the glass of the back window. “Wooa,” said Morgana, “I didn't expect this”. “Meet my friend, Albert,” Lorena's eyes showed excitement. “Hey, nice to meet you,” she extended her hand, but something about the man didn't like it.

"As I was saying, the only way to break a curse is to..." Lorenzo slowly turned the page to reveal a blank page on the other side. "What the hell?" He muttered and I squeezed my eyes shut briefly. "Look! There's a drawing of a sword on the page" Lorenzo said and I opened my eyes. The drawing was faint, but anyone could tell what it was. When it started to fade, I fished out my phone from my pocket. But, just before I could actually take a photo, the drawing faded, leaving no trace behind.