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To Live Again, For the First Time!

Emilin died a tragically sad death in her first life, if you could call it a life at all. No friends, no family, no ambition, no desire, no emotions. NOTHING. BUT this time, she was determined to live her life to the FULLEST! Emilin: [Who am I even?] DOTING BIG BROTHERS: [Bah! Who else but our cutest little sister?] LOVING PARENTS: [Ah! Our little angel of course.] OTHER CLASSMATES: [Who is this ice queen? So cool!] BEST FRIENDS: [Why is this so-called 24/7 ice face so clingy. But she’s too cute when she’s pouting! You’re our adorable little cinnamon roll.] HANDSOME ML: [Yeah, why are you so cling to them? Come be clingy with me! You are mine, as much as I am yours.] BUSINESS PARTNERS: [Who the fuck are you talking about? Surely, we do not speak of the same person! You are the little devil that descended from the 7 heavens, our little ancestor.]

you_li_er · Urban
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Not a Spy Pt I: (Plan)

"Should we bring her in then?" Calim, the one who claimed to want to quit and join this 'lazy spy's' organization, offhandedly asked.

They had already been there for hours, waiting, and though they were drenched, no one was really complaining. 

This was better than their training.

Still, Calim wasn't one for waiting or being outside. If he had a choice, he wouldn't leave his bed ever, much less in this weather and most definitely not with this group of people with him.

It was a wonder how he became a sniper.

Someone who had to wait for their target, many times outdoors, and who would dare claim they could control the weather during a job, and let's not even start talking about sniper training.

Most professionals went to the deserts and the rainforests just to train for hours, most of which were composed of just staying in the same position without moving an inch, no matter what, while holding a heavy-ass gun.