SUPER_WEIRDO

*Excerpt*

"I am thinking of taking out a loan," I rolled my eyes, and thought to myself secretly, 'what an idiot but I can help this idiot!'
I began with my lecture, educating a dedicated 'servant' is the duty of the 'master'.
"A loan from a bank takes around 30 years to pay off, but if you rob a bank you are out in 10,"

"Ah...erm...Di'ordi what's with your head?"
I felt puzzled by this, I mean my logic is sound!
you don't have to worry about food and shelter in prison. I mean my 'servant' is decent enough to become a big boss while in prison.

"Nothing, I robbed a bank a while back but my accomplice got caught the fool spent 10 years in prison but now she's out and living well."
Ah, my last life but she will never know.

"f*ck!"

"No need to spout such filthy words, I haven't beaten you to a pulp or anything,"

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Di'ordi had lived a fulfilling life and died beside the man she loved and surrounded by the men who secretly loved her. Of course, those men had been repeatedly suppressed for the past hundred years but because they are in fact his shattered soul made flesh weakening him, he had granted them a boon to stay by her side as her friends.
Upon her death, his fracture souls were then bonded to her wandering soul and followed her to the thousands of light-years away planet to be reborn and join her once again.
The issue is, it became a bit complicated due to her siblings and other circumstances.
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When I growup

Well, he did make something delicious, should I be a bit more polite to him.

slowly I stood, my movement was fluid, eyes once downcast shielded by long thick blue lashes fluttered to view the male who had gifted me such a wonderful thing.

This male is of mixed heritage, the first time we had met was the first time I decided to take a step back from Birdie.

Kneeling before a junior, how insulting as an elder. I struggled not to think about those thoughts and focused on the memory of this male.

That time I had been so preoccupied I had almost smashed my face on his rock hard chest.

Back then I had been fourteen while he a seventeen or eighteen-year-old male had a body like a wall, he had also caught in a strong fragrant embrace.

I subtly inhaled, he smelled the same of cold rose, an alluring scent to me.

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