Bitchless Stories

"Do you remember when we used to look up at the stars?" "I'm looking at the most beautiful star right now." "You sure ? because you're looking at me not the sky..." Nagi X Fem!reader ‼️ Slow Updates ‼️

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A fantasy adventure book set in a medevial world plagued with various mysterious and unknown. Will our hero manage to save the day?

This is a joke

A/N: I wrote this back when I was thirteen in a book, then typed it all here. I was crazy. I don't know why it has any views but there you go I guess . . . . We shape our tools and then, our tools shape us. As ones ages, he realizes how being hated is easier and far simpler than being loved. I do not ask you to hate, I ask you to stop adoring.