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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 · Fantasía
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[Brightest Star] [5]

The evening light of the sun draped the entire city in its orange hue.

Lamps on the sidewalk flickered, their light illuminating the pathway for people to walk.

The marketplace was filled with banners and posters flying around, promoting the festival happening tonight.

"Are you alright?"

On the sidewalk beside the shops, a girl's concerned voice echoed. Her short brown hair was tied back, her eyes shut.

Her hands were gently looped around a boy's neck, as she comfortably settled on his back.

"I am fine," the boy with purple hair replied, quietly walking forward.

"I can walk on my own, Noah," she grumbled, her fingers tracing the soft spot between his jaw and ears.

"Don't be stubborn," the boy with purple hair replied, his hands supporting her. "It's hard for you to walk right now."

The girl quieted down, her head settling on his shoulder as she mumbled, "I am sorry for being a burden."