I seem to have somehow found myself president of the Creative Writing Club ( Read more... )

“Vincent Valentine, it has been one year since the defeat of Omega. Why are you not joining the celebration?” Shelke asked. Vincent was leaning against the wall of Cloud’s villa in Costa De Sol in his usual broody fashion, merely watching as everyone else drank, danced, and had fun. He glanced at the brunette for a moment and said, “I’m here only ( Read more... )