Xeoz

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.

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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.

Fate Love Game

"Excuse me? I beg your pardon? I don't like the tone you're giving me." I furrowed my eyebrows, angrily staring at her. Keep in mind, I'm the one who helped his brother, but the treatment that I got was blatant rudeness? In what world does this girl live? Is she really implying that I only helped him because of money? Never I've ever got disrespected this way. The way she looks down on me irks me to the core.


"Are you implying that I wanted your money?" I said in a more aggressive tone.


Upon seeing my angry face, she flinched in fear and started trembling. She started stepping backward. But his brother didn't follow her as he's still clenching on the hem of my shirt while staring at the floor.


Going Home (R-18)