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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 · Fantasie
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[Blood Of Fallen] [6]

He stood in front of her, hands spread wide as he exclaimed, "Pick me up, Mama!"

"....."

We all looked at Willis in confusion as I walked toward him, but before I could reach him, Christina scooped him up.

"Mama is here!" she chirped, her voice sweet as she gently pinched his cheeks with one hand while supporting him with the other.

Willis, who still looked like a three-year-old boy, was easy for her to carry around.

"Uh... This mama..." Willis whimpered, trying to get the other girl's attention as he reached out to her.

"Willis," Christina whispered, grabbing both his hands and tucking them close to his body. "She is not your mama."

"Mama..." Willis mumbled, his voice frail as if he would cry at any moment.

Now I stood close to Christina, trying to grab Willis by the back of his neck.

"Give him to me, Christina." But before I could, the raven-haired girl extended her hands toward Willis.