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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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Az, Shya, Aria.

"Az come on!" Let's play!"

Under the shade of a tree, a little girl bounced up and down with excitement, her orchid-colored bob-cut hair dancing with her movements.

"Come on, Miley! play with me!" urged a little boy with raven-colored hair, displaying a rubber ball in his hand.

Miley glanced at Aimar, then at the ball, hesitating for a moment before shaking her head. "No, I want to play with Az!"

Aimar shot a glare at the boy sitting in the shade, dressed in a full shirt, his expression stern.

"Hahaha," laughed little Oliver, seated beside Azariah, pointing at Aimar. "She won't play with you!"

"My sister only plays with me!" declared a boy with the same hair color as Miley, grabbing Miley's hand and attempting to pull her away.

"Let me go, Lucus! I don't want to play with you," Miley protested, struggling to break free from his grip.