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I’m Sorry I Don’t Regret It (Time Will Prove I Was Right)

Tác giả: Cranes_At_Eventide
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Đọc tiểu thuyết I’m Sorry I Don’t Regret It (Time Will Prove I Was Right) của tác giả Cranes_At_Eventide được xuất bản trên WebNovel.Tobirama is so close to just devolving to his era of "gaslight gatekeep manipulate" from the late years of his past life, but he feels like that's a little too much.It was like getting used to a super...

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Tobirama is so close to just devolving to his era of "gaslight gatekeep manipulate" from the late years of his past life, but he feels like that's a little too much. It was like getting used to a super smooth texting app that operated on mindwaves, and then regressing to typing for 5 seconds every single word to get the idea across to other people that suffer from extreme cases of lag, misunderstand everything you say and fuck he is done with this world with no solid sense of morals where it's needed and overly strict rules where it's not. Or Tobirama rocks the whole "True Neutral Gen Z" thing, which is (not) surprisingly weird in Warring States. Therapy isn't even a thing. Also sensing sucks. Tobirama hates this so much. But hey, psychologically dissecting people is fun and his years going through invasive psychological therapy was useful for something. The phenomenon called Senju Tobirama operates on principles that prohibit behaviour like not wearing deodorant when going out for formal events, making people hold your shit when you have a functional hand, or (gods forbid) kicking puppies, yet necromancy and overthrowing the monarchy is alright.

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THE GHOST KNEW his master was about to die, and he wasn’t exactly unhappy about it. He knew that sounded bad. You’d think, after all those years together, that even he might have felt a twinge of sadness about the whole situation. But it’s hard to feel sorry for someone when: a) you’re a ghost, and everyone knows ghosts don’t have hearts, and b) that someone made her living out of forcing you to make other people miserable. He stared at her now as she lay on the narrow bed, gray and gaunt in the light of the full moon, her breath rasping and shallow. Watching her teeter slowly toward the end was a bit like watching a grape slowly become a raisin: the years had sucked the life and vitality out of her until she was nothing but a wrinkled shell of her former self. “Well,” she wheezed, squinting at him. Well, he said. “One more for the road, eh?” she said, nodding to the full moon out the window. And she grimaced as she offered him the ring finger of her right hand, as she had done so many times before. The ghost nodded. It seemed frivolous, but after all, he still needed to eat, whether or not his master lay dying. As he bent his head over the wrinkled hand, his sharp little teeth pricking the skin worn and calloused from time and use, the witch let out a sharp breath. Her blood used to be rich and strong and so thick with her magic that the ghost could get himself drunk on it, if he wasn’t careful. Now all he tasted was the stale tang of age, the sour notesthat came with impending death, and a bitter aftertaste he couldn’t quite place. Regret, perhaps. It was the regret that was hardest to swallow. The ghost drank nothing more than he had to, finishing quickly and sealing the tiny pinpricks of his teeth on her skin with spit. It is done, he told her, the words familiar as a favorite song, the ritual as comforting as a warm blanket. And I am bound to you, until the end. The witch patted his horned head gently. Her touch surprised him —she had never been particularly affectionate. “Well,” she said, her voice nothing more than a sigh. “The end is now.” And she turned her head to the window, where the sun was just rising over the cusp of the world, and died.

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[READ THE FULL SYNOPSIS] [Warning: NOHAREM - R-18 - Blasphemies]. I'm not good at writing synopses. Ezra was one of the best songwriters in the music industry, he was also a clothing designer and founder of one of the biggest fashion companies in the world, but in the end he ended up in misery. He thought he was going to be able to live his life as a great composer and fashion designer, but what he got was a betrayal from his friend with whom he founded his fashion company. So, in misery, Ezra retreated into novels, anime and drugs. Ezra now had no one close to him, no friends, family or partner. And so Ezra spent his years, in a poor neighborhood and looking for easy things to stimulate him. One day Ezra was at home reading a novel, while snorting a small line of cheap cocaine, after a couple of hours of reading he got bored and decided to take a nap. When he opened his eyes he was in another body, another world and with all his memories intact. Now Ezra with his memories and being young again, will climb the steps of fame and power, but this time no one will betray him or prevent him from what he wants to achieve. ************************ If you want to support me: https://ko-fi.com/dondaa Instagram: lazilybored ************************ I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad. com ************************ NOTICE: - My main language is not English, so there may be mistakes. - First time writing a fanfic. -You're going to see a lot of characters from anime and so on, and I don't have all the knowledge of those anime. -The cover and images used in the rest of the novel are not mine, if the artist wants it to disappear, contact me. -This is a fictional world, most things are taken from "reality", but there may be several differences. -NO HAREM

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