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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]

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Eyes with dreams [2]

"WOOHOO~"

"MUHAHAHA."

"MOMMY, HELP ME!!"

I couldn't help but laugh at the mix of cheering and panicked cries from behind me.

My back pressed against Oliver's chest, we somehow squeezed four people onto one bike, with me in control of the handle.

It had been over an hour since we left the house, and we were just a short distance away from our destination.

The eight-lane highway was mostly empty, a few vehicles passing by every other minute.

"You still there, Chubby?!" I shouted, my voice muffled by the rushing wind.

He was at the very back, barely having any space to sit.

"PLEASE STOP!!"

His voice was brittle, as if he might start crying any second.

But despite his pleas, the others yelled, their excitement only growing.

"FASTER!!" Aimar yelled, his hand wrapped around Oliver.

I glanced at the speedometer, watching as the needle hovered around 140 km/h.

Click!