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Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Living a normal life is boring, but I was happy with what I had. Even when I spent most of my life in regret and misery, I lived because I had someone that I loved dearly. And that said someone took my life... But fate had different plans for me... As if death wasn't enough for me. As if the gods were mocking me. I got reincarnated into a hardcore romance game that I used to play. That too when the prequel game that I played the most ended twenty-five years ago. A game where death is everyone's mistress. A game that people either liked or hated too much. Now reincarnated into the body of the Villainess's son. I became someone that I hated the most... "Hahaha..." I laughed at my own misery. As if that too wasn't enough, I also became the slave of someone else's desires. Now, one might say a mother is a mother even if the world sees her as a Villainess. But what if your mother is the very incarnation of evil? That your mother is the hurdle that you have to overcome? What if your mother is the very reason you might die? Gentleness and love are the last things one could expect from her. "Hahaha..." Again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me. That I have been... Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son... =============================== [Discord link:- pbcRgDx2Vc]

Noob6_writer9 · Fantasy
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263 Chs

Inder Sephtis [6]

"...Sigh."

In the silence of the night, a boy stood on the terrace of the academy.

His purple hair fluttered around in the gentle breeze.

Leaning on the terrace fence, his tired blue eyes gazed at the garden below.

...There they were, a girl with gold hair streaked with platinum and a girl with blue hair, sitting on a bench talking to each other.

Even though he stood far away, he could still notice the small smile they shared.

...A smile he hadn't seen on their faces for a long time.

"...They sure are an unusual pair." He whispered softly, looking at them.

His gaze lingered on Christina for a while before he turned around.

"...How the fuck did you get addicted to smoking?" He grumbled, glaring at the handsome black-haired boy standing opposite him.

Aimar glanced at him, his lips parted as he inhaled the smoke deeply.