~19 years after the eighth dice roll~
I own everything. From a private jet, to a yacht, exotic animals were plenty. I even had a room, dedicated to my gems, and everything.
My clothing filled up five rooms, and don't even ask about my shoes.
I've had so many lovers, of course they didn't know.
I was smarter than I look, and I knew their motives as well. For the money, for the fame, they too wanted all of it as well.
Denying them a chance, I learned to fight. Golden guns, and a platinum sword, please don't fall for me. I know what you want, I understand what you need, but I'm not your genie!
Owning a private island, even a country, with my riches anything was possible. Comfortably living all alone, in a massive house. I'm okay, I'm not alone...this life will be a breeze.
Flying in my jet I realized there was thing I didn't own, ordering the pilot to land, he didn't hear a thing.
He was so deep asleep, he could not wake!
Boom and crash that was the end of all of it.
The luxury had finally come to an end.
The god had gotten bored and crumpled her like a dollar. Threw her in a drawer, what a boring game...
Let's roll the dice again, and start anew...
{My eighth life, I was so rich I could've bought the world an everything.}
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Game Of Life
FanfictionSee the game of life is playing all of us for fools! Dancing a string around us, making all these silly rules... See how he looks down on is like we're acting out a show! Throw the dice! Let's see who's head we roll! See how the Game of Life is neve...
