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Fate Love Game

Okita Tatsuya, a soon-to-be freshman. He decided to live with his Aunt as fate guides him to his new life, a life where he will experience various things. From that point, Mother Fate who seems to be always playing with him will give him a chance to overcome the obstacle that has been tormenting his life ever since. In a game of love and hate, the only game where he can only have one chance to change it all. But in a twist of fate—"Do you believe in fate?", the girl said, He met a girl who will join his journey as he conquest this so-called game, created by Mother Fate. Will he overcome his past? Will he live a peaceful life? Will he turn the odds against him? Follow his journey as he plays the game of love, hate, and despair. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Discord Server Link!] -https://discord.gg/3SJ6CX4RXC If you want to support me and get early access to chapters: https://www.patreon.com/Xeoz I do not own the artwork, if you are the illustrator just let me know if you want me to remove it. (Only using it temporarily) MORE TAGS: Stalkers, Past Trauma, Nobles, Polygamy. DISCLAIMER Work of fiction. All the names, places, and events are all purely based on the author's imagination. Any resemblance to an actual person or event is purely coincidental. The main characters are 18 above.

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Bearded Old Man

The clear blue sky beyond the horizon and the radiating sunlight descending from it was blinding, despite being inside of this tinted window car. I could feel it. In my arms, Asuka was sleeping comfortably like a fluffy pet animal. Yuki was also sitting right beside me, but her grumpy mood was still intact in her system.

"Hey, Yuki... Are you still mad?"

"What do you think?"

"Yes...?" I smiled stiffly with my one eye squinting, utterly puzzled.

Yuki didn't say a word after that. Throughout our ride, the awkward silence was the only thing left between us. I gaze outside of the window, calming myself down because deep inside I'm panicking—not knowing what to do at this moment. It's hard than I thought. I'm distraught. What I did may be unforgivable, but I already apologized for it.