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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:- https://discord.gg/5Vgw4JCrBW]

Noob6_writer9 · Fantasy
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316 Chs

Sylvania [2]

"We are late, we are late."

As I walked through the hallway of the main building, Chubby kept mumbling like a broken machine, walking right beside me.

His lungs heaved, and sweat trickled in a constant stream around his eyes, but he kept his pace, taking deep breaths to calm down.

"What are you afraid of?" I asked, glancing at him.

"We were supposed to come back last night." He groaned, rubbing his tired eyes from a sleepless night. "How could we just spend the entire night at his place?"

I shrugged, "It was already past curfew, so there was no point in coming here."

"I know." He grunted as we reached the principal's office. "But are we doing the right thing—going straight to the principal?"

"I mean, he's the one I'm sure won't spend too much time on us," I replied, rubbing my brow.

Truth be told, I just don't want to see Lauryn's face.