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I Was Reborn and I Think I Love the Villainess

Calder Monroe Llyr Kaimana couldn't stop his hands from sweating. He wasn't even sure how he was even holding everything together. He didn't even know how he found the courage to speak up but he did and he did it during his older brother's coronation celebration. Taki Hamako woke up in the Kingdom of Mariella and to his horror in someone else's body. Worse, he heard some names that sounded way too familiar. The name of the body he was in, the body's older brother crown prince Esai Asher Blake Kaimana, Britille Freyer and Syria Trent. "It can't be! It's all the same!" He thought as he watched from the sidelines. They were the names of the last novel his company's star author wrote! Taki couldn't believe his eyes or ears but everything was the same and he couldn't let them die. "Why did her boyfriend break up with her?! Then this novel's ending wouldn't be a blood bath!" Taki now Calder cried inside his heart. "Oh no it's happening!" He cried again. The Baron Freyer is bringing up his daughter alongside Count Trent while Chancellor Graham is leading them. Calder needed to stop the event from happening. "My King!" Chancellor Graham started but Calder interrupts. "My dear King I want these women as my bride candidates!" Now he's done it. "Sure!" His brother proclaims. Calder pales, he didn't think before he acted, worse THE KING KNEW HE WAS BAD WITH WOMEN! Past or present he sucked. That's why Taki's parents arranged his marriage! What's he to do now? He wanted to save everyone but will he save both Villainess and Heroine? Choose a sex fiend or dominatrix? He just wanted to bang his newly wedded wife back in his own world and live a normal, happy life! What the hell happened?!

Scarlettbunny · Fantasy
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191 Chs

Cake Part 2

Calder cursed inside his head, he wanted to kiss her so bad but he had a feeling that their conversation was not really about cake. He removed his hand from Syria's face and dropped his gaze.

"Syria.... are we really talking about cake?" He asked as he gripped the handkerchief. Syria stayed silent for a long time. With a heavy sigh Calder raised his gaze and gave Syria a small smile. He then grabbed Syria's hand and gently placed the handkerchief into her hand. "Cake or whatever, it's value and beauty are measured by point of view." Calder started.

When Syria closed her hand and accepted the handkerchief Calder let out a sigh of relief. "Point of view?" Syria asked as she brought up the handkerchief and cleaned up her face. "That's right, point of view. There are people who like me like simple cakes, find them tasty and will never get bored of them. While others, they like overly complicated cakes, layered with icing, chocolates, fondant and super rich ingredients."