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I Was Reborn and I Think I Love the Villainess

Calder Monroe Llyr Kaimana couldn't stop his hands from sweating. He wasn't even sure how he was even holding everything together. He didn't even know how he found the courage to speak up but he did and he did it during his older brother's coronation celebration. Taki Hamako woke up in the Kingdom of Mariella and to his horror in someone else's body. Worse, he heard some names that sounded way too familiar. The name of the body he was in, the body's older brother crown prince Esai Asher Blake Kaimana, Britille Freyer and Syria Trent. "It can't be! It's all the same!" He thought as he watched from the sidelines. They were the names of the last novel his company's star author wrote! Taki couldn't believe his eyes or ears but everything was the same and he couldn't let them die. "Why did her boyfriend break up with her?! Then this novel's ending wouldn't be a blood bath!" Taki now Calder cried inside his heart. "Oh no it's happening!" He cried again. The Baron Freyer is bringing up his daughter alongside Count Trent while Chancellor Graham is leading them. Calder needed to stop the event from happening. "My King!" Chancellor Graham started but Calder interrupts. "My dear King I want these women as my bride candidates!" Now he's done it. "Sure!" His brother proclaims. Calder pales, he didn't think before he acted, worse THE KING KNEW HE WAS BAD WITH WOMEN! Past or present he sucked. That's why Taki's parents arranged his marriage! What's he to do now? He wanted to save everyone but will he save both Villainess and Heroine? Choose a sex fiend or dominatrix? He just wanted to bang his newly wedded wife back in his own world and live a normal, happy life! What the hell happened?!

Scarlettbunny · Fantasie
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191 Chs

Voice Overload Part 1

"What do you mean your mother is dead? When? How? Then who is in that dungeon room in the Trent Villa?" Calder asked. Syria bit her bottom lip as she looked at Calder. "... Can we go inside? Please?" She whispered desperately. Calder felt a stab in his heart. The way Syria's tears collected in the corners of her eyes and how lips trembled as the colour of her face drained practically strangled his heart.

"Ya, ya, sure." Calder replied awkwardly as he slowly released Syria from his embrace. "No! Don't let go!" Syria shouted as she clung to the collar of Calder's shirt. "Syria?" Calder called out gently. "Please, just don't let me go." Syria cried. Calder slightly bent down and scooped Syria up. "Joseph, sorry about the or-cha-ta but can I ask you to lead the way to your house. I promise to come back for the pot." Calder said apologetically.