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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.

Xeoz · Realistic
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About the Hiatus

First of all, I appreciate all the kind words and you wouldn't believe how I'm so thankful for them.

3 days ago, I was about to start writing a new chapter. I went out to brush my teeth. However, once I got out, I saw my mother lying on the kitchen floor so I called her name many times and checked her pulse. I'm completely panicking because it was only my mother and me in the house, so I'm so lost about who to call first before it hit my head to call the ambulance. Unfortunately, she passed away way before I saw her on the floor, the doctor said to me.

I was in deep emotional turmoil, filled with regret, and began blaming myself. I cried until my tears dried out the past days. I wasn't able to at least thank her for everything she's done for me for the entirety of my life. My father passed away 8 years ago when I was 13 years old, so my mother basically did everything for me