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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 · Fantasie
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[Oracle of Past] [1] [Delwyn Hesperia]

The gentle spring breeze rustled through the leaves, casting dappled sunlight across the lush garden.

In the center of the garden, a woman sat comfortably on a reclining chair, her eyes focused on her hand.

Her dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders touching the ground below.

Her stomach round and full, a clear sign of the life growing within her.

In her hands, she deftly worked a pair of knitting needles, the soft clacking sounds echoed in the stillness.

she was crafting a small sweater for the little one soon to join their family.

Nearby, a young boy with curly brown hair and sparkling blue eyes played energetically.

His laughter rang out as he chased after a colorful butterfly.

After playing around for a while he grew tired and wandered back to his mother's side.

"Mommy, look at this flower!" he exclaimed, holding up a red rose he plucked.