Vincent Valentine Final Fantasy 7 Novels & Stories

He yelled. "This is the original ending." A small smile reached her lips. "Even if this was the way i die, the book was still a masterpiece." "No..." He refuted, tears welling up in his eyes as well. "This wasn't what Guillotine promised me." "Ethan this isn't your fault." She coughed up blood and that scared even more, but Valentina didn't want to stop talking even though her tongue felt heavier too, she wanted to thank him for everything he had done for her, and she also wanted to tell him that she liked him a lot too.

I don’t have anything grand to offer him but he was pretty honest about how he enjoyed the moment with me. When I got into Yhannie’s apartment, I was so shocked to see Valentine and he seemed like he aged pretty quickly when I know I just saw him with Dominic last month. And then it turned out that the guy wasn’t actually Valentine. It was Vincent, Valentine’s older brother. He looked exactly like Valentine except that he was older and a lot less muscular. Soon enough, I learned that Vincent lived at the same building as Yhannie.

This couldn’t be good. Cohen instantly relaxed, “Thank you, Valentine, for keeping Future Alpha King Colt’s mate safe until we could get here. We are in your debt.” Valentine smiled widely at this. I need to try to make friends while also keeping myself out of as much trouble as possible. I didn’t know what the guys were going to say about this, but it felt like the right thing to do, “Valentine was just telling me about how he really needs to visit a sick friend, but it would take quite a bit of energy to travel there. Can we give him the energy he needs?”

Rafael glanced at her and slowly he shook his head. “I’m very disappointed, Val.” And in all her years she had never felt so small. And it wasn’t like she made a habit of it. In fact, she was the one attacked! Vinny hunched down and she stared at his jean clad legs, not wanting to look at him. “Do you want to know how I found out?” “My dad?” she offered. “No, Dante texted me. Said he had his hand on my fiancé and it was him who was protecting and saving her, MY fiancé!” Valentina flinched as he punctuated every word with a voice that kept getting louder and louder as he stood up.

, George said and hung up. Valentine looked at the score. He realized he threw the controller at the time when he was about to make a new high score. As much as he hates throwing away his controller he cannot deny how pleased he got from knowing the girl was saved. "You have a call from Stephen Gill", the smart speaker said. "Receive it", Valentine said tilting his head to the side, it was hurting from looking at the screen for a long time. ***It's been 4 days*** Valentine was playing a video game and he was continuously hitting some button on the controller.

A scream—mine, then a flash of red. I was back there in Vince’s house, with Vince. I could see his face again. That horrible, empty smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. I could feel the chill of the night wind in my bones, the ache in my wrists from where he pinned me down. Then— Valentino. He appeared like a flash of light through the chaos, breaking through the door like a fury from hell. His voice was the last thing I’d heard that night before the darkness swallowed me whole.

“But we’re expecting a visitor.” The sentence was a match struck in a dry room. My chest locked as if the air had thickened; the world narrowed to the yellow halo of the lamp and the faint shuffle of boots in the floorboards. A name crawled out from the dark of my memory and settled there like a stone: Vincent. “What do you mean?” The question was small because a different thing was already forming in my head not a question but a bruise. I tasted iron on the back of my tongue. Valentina’s smile widened the way a knife widens a seam. “Someone you tried to dispose of,” she said, the words soft as a secret. “Someone you thought gone. Vincent will be here soon.”

He didn't let me go, but relaxed his grip. “Buzz off, V9.” There, I said it. He wanted a name, and I gave him one based on the Sims that he was, since he needed to be reminded. Even though Farrah and Gustav fought unyieldingly outside the protective shield, all my attention was pinned to Valen’s assholish face. The creases in his brows deepened, and his lips slit to offer me a simple phrase, “I'm plain old Valen, ageless with nothing but love for you, and I’ll prove it again.”

Val quickly unbuttoned his pants, pulling down the zipper and then his underwear slightly, allowing his already hard cock to spring free. "Spit." He commanded as he held out his hand in front of my mouth. I did as I was asked and spit on his hand. "More." He demanded, so I spat one more on his hand. He then rubbed my saliva all over his cock, taking his time to cover every inch of the skin as he strokes himself. I bit my lip as I watch him touch himself, already anticipating it to be inside of me. Valentino then places both his hands on either side of my head before leaning down to take my lips in his.

she hissed, then her voice dropped to an ominous whisper, "No problem. Be sure that something trouble awaits you." I stood my ground, my anger boiling over. "Get lost. I don't care." "Oh, really?" Pink said, her voice dripping with malice. "You'll regret this." Later that day, Vincent found me, his usual smirk replaced by a look of concern. "Hi, dear," he said softly. "What's wrong? Are you crying?" I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper. "No." Then I turned and ran, not looking back.