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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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Echo [2]

The sound of my own feet tapping rapidly echoed within the third floor of the library.

Books were strewn across the table, some open, others discarded in frustration.

I leaned back in my chair, my gaze fixed on the latest one I had been trying to decipher.

It was about elven tradition and how they greet each other.

Basically, the do's and don'ts when you are in the presence of an elf.

"What the fuck am I doing!?" I groaned, slamming the book on the table.

"Studying, your highness," Aimar responded deadpan.

He sat across from me as he spun a pen between his fingers.

"Shut up, dickhead," I yelled, throwing a heavy book at his face.

He grabbed the book mid-flight, his golden eyes glaring at me.

"Show some respect, fucker," he growled. "I'm sacrificing my sleep to keep you company, and this is the thanks I get?"

"And so is he," I replied, pointing at Elijah, who was sitting with us.

"..."