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Fate Love Game

Okita Tatsuya, a soon-to-be freshman. He decided to live with his Aunt as fate guides him to his new life, a life where he will experience various things. From that point, Mother Fate who seems to be always playing with him will give him a chance to overcome the obstacle that has been tormenting his life ever since. In a game of love and hate, the only game where he can only have one chance to change it all. But in a twist of fate—"Do you believe in fate?", the girl said, He met a girl who will join his journey as he conquest this so-called game, created by Mother Fate. Will he overcome his past? Will he live a peaceful life? Will he turn the odds against him? Follow his journey as he plays the game of love, hate, and despair. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Discord Server Link!] -https://discord.gg/3SJ6CX4RXC If you want to support me and get early access to chapters: https://www.patreon.com/Xeoz I do not own the artwork, if you are the illustrator just let me know if you want me to remove it. (Only using it temporarily) MORE TAGS: Stalkers, Past Trauma, Nobles, Polygamy. DISCLAIMER Work of fiction. All the names, places, and events are all purely based on the author's imagination. Any resemblance to an actual person or event is purely coincidental. The main characters are 18 above.

Xeoz · Realistic
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161 Chs

Out Of The Gutter

Meeting a new spectrum of people was still bewildering to me. Things changed a lot in my life. Despite having this awkward atmosphere between us, the fact still remains that I'm the outsider or the stranger of this group. Yet, they're making efforts to make me feel comfortable which I appreciate a lot.

The look that Kimura was giving had a mix of bitterness and confusion. From his eyes, I'm just probably an anomaly that intruded Naoki's life, despite telling him I'm Naoki's childhood friend. That's the vibe that he's giving to me. There's no animosity or whatnot, but I would also feel the same if I were in his shoes. He looks like an honest and kind person. Sympathizing him would tater his pride, so I'm not saying a word to him—obviously, he doesn't even want to talk to me.