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Getting reborn as a knight of a game you once played with an extremely annoying System was fine and all until you realized that you were the same knight who died in every single...
Heheheee, we haven't see you guys in like what, two months?
I think four would be more accurate ¬_¬
...Anyway, I just noticed that we have 10k+ and 500+ views and votes and we really appreciate you guys bother to even read this story we just threw together ❤
I'm kinda surprised considering the amount of times the fourth wall has been broken with us just arguing 😗
Same bestie, same
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"Draft" - Talking
Draft - System talking
Draft - Thoughts
(Draft) - Me talking
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the pictures used in this story unless stated otherwise, I only own the cover, plot, and my original characters
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~ Your POV ~
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If you were being completely honest, being in a living room with some children all over you begging and crying for you to stay longer was probably one of the most unpleasant things to ever happen to you. Not to mention the fact they were doing this on purpose. Like, when did six - And older - years old know how to emotionally manipulate people and be good at it at the same time?
If you didn't know about there true nature, you wouldn't have suspected a thing, they were just that good.
"Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee stay longer!"
Elijah tightened his hold on your arm even more and crocodile tears entered his eyes with a few slipping down his cheeks.
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(Elijah^)
You looked away in fear you'd crumble and give in.
"I'm sorry but I have to go, I'll visit you guys next time"
"No! I want you to stay here now, not next time!" Uriel pouted and started to hit your back with his tiny fists, only backing off when the older ones started glaring at him.
