Vincent Valentine Final Fantasy 7 Novels & Stories

“I thought you said you didn’t want to give Damien up.” Valerie paused, her panties dangling from her fingers as she glanced at the redhead. “I never had him,” she said. “This was all a joke, some twisted game you two thought up to prove a point.” She turned to Damien, anger coursing through her now, replacing the shame and heartache she felt. “What did you win, anyway? I hope it was worth it. Fucking with my mind that way. Making sport of me for your own amusement. I hope you enjoyed every twisted minute of it.”

He was trying to play me off and I refused to be put off so easily. "Valentine!" I rattled into his ear. "You did not seem it fit to inform me that she was your mate?" The mere mention of Valentine made Devin's eyes dart in my direction. It almost made me rethink my brother's intellect. Contrary to what I had believed, Devin had truly not realized that he had exposed himself.

, she spoke with a frown. Real Identity: Vincent Valentino -Better known as the 'Vehement V' -25 years old -The 'Mastermind' or in other words, "HEAD OF CIA" Vincent heaved a deep sigh and got up from the chair," It doesn't matter anymore. I haven't even gone there to save her" "WHAT?", Rebecca and Leon both shouted in unison. Vincent nodded. "Then why did you-", Leon was cut off in between as Vincent raised his index finger in air while glaring at him with his black orbs. He quickly sealed his mouth and looked down.

" Beside her, Valen stepped into the control room, the cold mountain breeze trailing behind his heavy canvas jacket. He looked down through the glass toward the trench, where two figures were still moving with painful, halting slowness under the watchful eye of Seven’s rifle. "The old man is flagging," Valen said, his deep voice holding no pity whatsoever. "His shoulders are completely locked up, and his strokes aren't clearing more than two inches of clay at a time. Lucian is trying to carry his section, but his hands are too torn to hold the fiberglass grip properly."

Sriani was surprised to see the young man. "Excuse me, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?" Sriani asked. Valentino didn't answer and instead approached the middle-aged woman and hugged her. "This is Valen, ma'am." Sriani was shocked to hear that. She was a bit taken aback for a few seconds but soon regained her senses. "Valentino? Is it really you? Oh my God. You're really Valentino, right? You can't be wrong," Sriani said while holding Valentino's cheeks, which were now not as chubby as they used to be.

He dropped to his knees before her, resting his broad hands on her knees, leaning his head forward until his forehead rested against her thigh, a silent gesture of absolute devotion and surrender after executing a dark task in her name. Valerie’s long, delicate fingers gently ran through his thick hair, her thumb caressing the scar along his jaw. "It is done, my Blade?" Valerie purred softly, her velvet voice warm and soothing. "Clean," Damian rasped hoarsely, looking up into her dark obsidian eyes, his golden amber gaze soft and filled with absolute adoration. "The Vanguard Syndicate no longer exists anywhere in this world." Lucian walked over from the window, stopping beside the sofa. He s

The air softens and people start moving again and organizing. When the crowd thins, only a few remain—Kael, Roman, Zeke, me… and one man I haven’t seen before. He’s tall. Too tall, honestly. His eyes are a beautiful violet shade, his skin pale but not sickly. There’s something quietly dangerous about him, like the air freezes a little when he moves. Kael gestures toward him. “This is Valen Cross,” he says. “General of the vampire fighters.” Vampire. He's a vampire. He's...just what I imagined a vampire to look like. Sinfully beautiful, but dark and...cold.

She had waited so long for this moment. Vincent finally belonged to her. Warmth surged through her, indescribable and overwhelming. Their eyes met, and he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Sienna stood frozen, staring at the affectionate couple. She watched Vincent take Nica's hand and walk away. "You're still alive, huh?" a familiar voice said behind her. Sienna turned to see Valerie standing at a distance. Valerie looked even more striking than before. Her short black hair framed her face, and her outfit radiated her badass personality.

I just shrugged and mumbled, “Okay.” As I expected, that didn’t please her. “I hate you! I hate your face, your voice, everything about you! I hope you’ll die while we are on the mission!” she angrily yelled. The boy behind her stopped and calmed her down. “Stop it, Av3,” he said. “No, I won’t!” I stood up from my bed. “Let her go, Av2,” I told him. This is our code. I’m Av1, which stands for Agent Valentine 1. We are the assets of the Valentine Mafia of South Carolina.

Diane is still calling me, afraid that I might die right now. Though I decided to not respond to her call, I want to rest. I am tired and I don't need to fight anymore, I think I did my part in this battle well. And I don't regret anything. I heard a shout, a painful one like someone is burning. I opened my eyes, Diane's attention was in that scene. Alpha Dimian was burning while Alpha Zidian, Mr. Garmon and Mr. Calixto was around him. They made that to him and I am glad they finished this. I looked for Sebastian, where is he?