Vincent Valentine Final Fantasy 7 Novels & Stories

Her eyes flicked to me. “So this is her.” She didn’t smile. She just nodded once and said, “Then you need to hear what he did. To me. To all of us.” We sat in a candlelit back room while she poured us wine with steady hands. Her name was Valentina. Years ago, she was Lucas’s lover—and spy. She said she escaped when he tried to use her as a pawn in a scheme gone wrong. “He has a new plan now,” she said. “Something much bigger than revenge.”

“Logan’s P.O.V. Do hell with this mate bond. I tried. I am trying for so many years. But what do I get? This? Betrayal, this heartache? Why she always does this to me. I remember the time when I first got her smell on her seventeenth birthday. Normally Mate doesn’t know about their mate before they both reach eighteen. But if sometimes one mate is much older than another, then they get to know if he or she is lucky. I thought I was the lucky one as I was 22 when she was seventeen. I thought it is a blessing that I get my mate’s smell before she reach age.

"When you do something wrong, you pay for it. Sign this, and we can still be husband and wife." Someone grabbed my hand, pressed my thumb into the ink pad, and forced it down at the end of the contract. Joy flashed in Vivian's eyes. Matteo took the agreement and left with her. When the door closed, my heart finally died. I struggled to my feet, closed my fist around the broken ruby bracelet, and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years. When the line connected, the other side was silent. Salvatore Valenti, the don of the Valenti family, never needed to raise his voice to stop Chicago’s night in its tracks.

My heart pounded harder with every sound. Sweat was all over my face, the children held their breaths as best as the could, even thou the whimpers were even too loud for me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved toward the door. If death was waiting outside, then let it take me standing. I moved toward the door, ready to step out, when Perrone grabbed my arm. He pointed outside, and that’s when I saw my father, fully transformed, fighting off about seven royal hunters. Silver chains wrapped around him, draining his strength away.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

Xander had a sour mood after all Amelia gave him a good punishment by restricting him from touching her for a week and Liam was getting the silent treatment from his wife making him pout occasionally. Everything was perfect and beautiful. Too unreal but enough real to believe that yes. There is always a bright sun behind a cloudy sky. Their darkness finally ended and the bright sun finally lighten up their lives. They were together. A complete family. ____________________________________ So this is the End of Vengeful Redemption. The purpose of writing this story was to show that some people can regret their wrongdoings and can go to any length to make it right. Like Rose did everything and

No public statement. Valentino was handling it privately. “Good,” the uncle murmured. “Should we send the next message?” the sniper asked. “No.” The uncle smiled faintly. “Let him drown first.” Back at the estate, Valentino stood in the security room alone. He replayed the seven seconds of darkness over and over. Seven seconds. That was all it took. His phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered immediately. “You look tired,” his uncle’s voice came smoothly.

MyPrime999. Vincent Grande. This is Valentine's brother, for sure. I recognized the name from the last time that I've visited his profile. How did he found my account? We haven't even met. Does he even know that I exist? Anyway, I couldn't resist killing some time, and so I visited his profile. The newest photo he uploaded was only from this morning. A photo of a man wearing nothing but boxer shorts and an apron who is busy cooking something. It's the very same guy present from a lot of Vincent's photo, his boyfriend most definitely. I followed Vincent back then moved on.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

I'm lifting my butt so I can get off from his lap but he pulled me down again "Where do you think you're going?" "Go back to the camp , it's 2 and we have to get up at 6 to make breakfast" "Oh come on.. If we go back to the camp now , we'll be our usual self which is I hope I can stop the time for awhile" I looked at him disbelief "That's for saying that I'm a good kisser" I said cocky "I won't ask for it if you're not a good kisser Valentine" "Why do you always call me by Valentine? Everyone is call me Val" I asked and he smiled. He caressed my cheek and slowly trail his hand to my neck.. shoulder and arm