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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 · Fantaisie
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[Christina] [3]

".....Can't you let go of my hand?" I grumbled as I was forcefully dragged towards the canteen.

"...No, you might run away," Christina replied firmly, tightening her grip on my wrist.

"....Why would I do that?" I rebuked, but instead of replying, she looked back, her sapphire eyes glaring at me.

"....I'm not leaving you," she replied, tightening her grip on my hand again, "Not this time."

"Let me at least tie my lace." I requested looking at my shoes, which were united.

"No, you can do that later." She replied shaking her head.

I remained silent as I took deep breaths, trying to calm my restless heart.

[...Are you alright?]

I'm not!

Damn it, my chest is hurting because of my heart, and even my stomach feels like it's twisting in on itself.

And all those memories of the game...

Why are they repeating in my mind now?

Why, out of all times, now I am seeing how she would die if she stays with me...

Fuck!!