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//Phantom//ghost..or demon?

Shi La. Shura as her real name was wacky, maniac a crazy girl. "Don't bullshit about me, I'll take your head!" Shura spoke to the writer, pointing his knife. Then he kicked the writer off the stage and started speaking. "I am Shura. The most perfect creature of the entire Realm. Intelligent, smart, brave, beautiful, the best, the most beautiful, the most perfect-" "Is it over ?" The writer, who was thrown off the stage, could not help but ask. "Why are you lying to the readers?" Shura sneered and said, "How would you know, ignorant?" "I write, I won't know, but who will?" he couldn't help but say. Shura froze as soon as she heard that. Then, slyly, he pointed his gun at the writer and said, "You will write me as the most perfect, richest, most beautiful and strongest creature in the universe!" he threatened. The writer changed the fiction he wrote by crying in a corner and trying so hard. The character that had to grow up, like Chinese novels, was the strongest from birth. "We didn't get it, if there is no innocent girl, bad boy, tradition, religion and mafia, what taste is fiction?" said the readers. "Shut up, you bastards" Shura continued with disdain, "Will you find someone more pure-hearted than me, better than me? Traditions? It doesn't bind me. Rules are made for me to break it! Religion? Ahahaha! What does the devil know about religion? Mafia? Please don't compare those brats with me! And bad boy? There can only be two kinds of men who skewed me! One is not yet born, the second is dead!” ___ Cover belongs to me.

_Kazuki_Kirigaya_ · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
234 Chs

16《Old Friend》

Shura went out as soon as she mailed her brother.

School ?

What is this ?

Is it edible?

Does it give money?

Does it work for you?

So he didn't need it.

Oh mother, mother slippers...

Yes.

Mom had to leave anyway!

He sighed. Anyway, what about 1 day? Like what news!

I went out without make-up, but wrapped tightly with a mask and wearing glasses.

My gold fan in hand and me.

Big black glasses, mask and scarf wrapped around my nose.

People look at me with strange eyes.

It seems they must have admired my handsomeness (his odd appearance actually).

Of course, as expected of me! As always, I'm remarkable, the focal point, and I'm captivating!

I went into the bar and inhaled the scent that I missed in the air.

Oh my longing for your smell!

My alcohol!

my wine!

My drinks!

Sake!

Come to your sister! Hug you, miss you!

Frankly, I was in a good mood until my fear at the door stopped me and said, "Hop, we're not taking the kids."

A body that remains petite even though I have grown...

I'm tall for girls but...

I was below average height among men.

*I cry*

I was 17 years old and I could be considered 'little' because I was under 18 years old, but what a child!

Are you blind!

I'm nervous, I swear.

My hands are itchy.

I smiled gleefully as my eyes suddenly caught fire and the man screeched.

"Of course, brother, whatever you want. I came for you, so come to a corner, you just come"

What did I do?

I pulled the man out into the street and knocked him out.

Ahahahaha!

The costs of calling me a child!

When I entered the bar, that sweet smell engulfed my body.

It's time to drink!

I sat down at the table and placed my order immediately, and formally decorated the table.

Well, after all, no family of alcoholics could get me drunk. No matter how much I drink...

I felt like I was drinking water. More sorbet. Anyway.

When I opened the bottles and filled the glass, that sweet smell filled my nose again.

When I sip, my taste buds move.

I missed you.

My old friend.

chardonnay

-To be continued-