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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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Helena [2]

"Should we go now?"

I said, shrugging my left shoulder a little as I looked at the time.

It was 5 in the evening, just a few hours before the summit.

"Just a few minutes."

The girl who sat beside me, with her head laying comfortably on my shoulder, said softly.

I turned, feeling her silver hair brushing past my face.

Shyamal breathed slowly, her fingers interlocked with mine while her soft body stuck close.

"We will be late if you keep on doing this," I replied, rubbing her cheek with my free hand.

"Just a little more," she mumbled as she adjusted her body until we were glued together.

'What a clingy girl,' I thought with a light smile, pinching her cheek.

[What a bastard guy.]

And my smile vanished at El's comment.

'Can you stop doing this?'

[I should be the one saying it.]

'What am I doing?'