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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
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234 Chs

58《I Love You》

Yifan.

Fear and an indescribable despair enveloped his entire body. Shura's awakening had pulled her out of her darkness.

He was so attached to this thin body that he hugged and never wanted to let go.

This weak and thin body in his arms also enveloped him. He patted his back and said, "Brother, it's all gone, forget it."

To forget ?

If it were that easy, he wouldn't be alive right now.

Is it over?

You always deftly manage to make me worry. How can I get around this easily?

When I almost imprisoned you in the arms of death?

You do not understand.

Yifan closed his eyes in pain as he hugged her even tighter.

Are you going to keep worrying me like this all the time?

Are you going to keep hurting me like this?

Indifferent as usual?

Shura...

Why are you always like this?

And why can't I leave you after all?

It...

It's very painful.

***

Shura looked at the man standing silently in her arms. rundown.

He can't understand.

He doesn't understand how much attachment to someone, the anxiety. She cannot understand how her brother values ​​her so much, what is called value and fear.

The feeling of warmth that arose inside him enveloped his entire body like a shiver. It's nice.

He becomes addicted to this attention, this scent, this love.

Oh brother, you're like a drug. The difference between you and him is that you are useful to me, and he is harmful.

And I'm getting addicted to you even more than the substances I was once addicted to.

I buried my head in his chest as I hugged him. You smell so good, man.

I guess...

I love you bro.

-To be continued-