FAZER LOGINHow do you hunt a man your heart already belongs to? One night is all it takes to change his life. When Quinn Anderson follows a trail leading into the heart of the city’s most dangerous underworld, he expects answers… not him. Ronan Siren, the man who owns the city in silence, power, and shadows. But in the dark, nothing is what it seems. And the hands that feel like fate… are already stained with blood that should have stayed buried. Blood that connects them. Blood that binds them. Blood that should have made them enemies. The one person he is meant to hate… is the same person he keeps falling toward. And when the truth finally rises from beneath everything they tried to ignore… What’s left isn’t justice. It’s ruin.
Ver maisReincarnation.
Although it is a familiar word in Novels and various other Media. I did not think that I would actually experience it in my life.
I was an ordinary Otaku who you can find everywhere, and with a Plain face either. And because I was Plain-looking, I have never been able to have tasted the forbidden pleasure that you called Sex in my life, and I didn’t have the kind of life whom you can think that is pleasant either.
If I can just start all over again…
These kinds of things, everyone would have thought about it once or twice in their life.
I..If it was possible to be reborn again if it is possible to do it over again, I wanted to be at least born with a handsome face.
If possible, with a certain level of position to hold, where I could hold a woman and do whatever I want…, but it would be a divine punishment for me if I hoped that far.
Well, thinking that I just might be as unpopular in the other world too, I stopped lamenting such thoughts.
I was reincarnated in another world. I was reborn in a different world.
And, 19 years have passed since then, my body has grown up splendidly too.
"Allan-sama!"
"Allan-sama!"
My name is called by my retainer.
I live in this world-Algarde-under the name of ‘Alan vi Alling’. In front of my eyes is standing a girl named ‘Cecil Mir’.
A childhood friend of mine who has grown up with me since I was little.
After reincarnation, a pretty blonde girl became my attendant since she was little, and we became childhood friends. So cliché right.
I have never been so lucky in my previous life. Moreover, her chest is rather large with a slim waist and slender legs and with green eyes and golden hair.
In addition to wearing a miniskirt with upper clothing which leaves much to be desired or rather say it is quite open with upper parts of the chest area showing. Such indecent clothing with a high degree of exposure is also great for someone with a reputation like me.
Unfortunately, because of rather strict behaviour, we didn’t have sex yet.
Because presently in a certain meaning, I am an unreachable existence.
"Allan-sama, why are you grinning?"
"As expected of a keen watcher, inserting a tsukkomi in a great timing"
"…who are you talking to?"
"Oops, did my mind's voice just leaked?"
With all these blessings I was born with, you can say that it seemed my previous life was a joke.
The ears of the beautiful girl Cecil in front of my eyes have a distinctive shape.
If you are familiar with fantasy stories, yes. Those are sharply pointed ears.
She is an elf.
Apparently, the elves in this world seem a little different from the elves I know, but the basics remain the same.
Everyone has a beautiful appearance, sharp ears and long life. I was born here like the usual babies, and am now 19 years old.
Compared to human beings, I think I have a greater physical ability and a more convenient body.
In Algarde, Humans, Spirits, Demons, and others species live beside us. Each has an independent state, in which some cooperate and some are in hostile relationships.
The Elven country Arinheim is basically a calm country, trying to live in peace.
And I am the prince of this country. A prince of the elves. When I desired good looks and position, I was able to obtain all.
I don't know whether there is a God of Reincarnation or so but...'THANK YOU!'
"Well, Cecil. Why did you call me?"
Cecil came to my room in the castle. As usual, I think that her appearance is a little strange.
"His Majesty is summoning you"
"...tch"
Thinking that isn't a good thing anyway, I clicked my tongue. My father is the king who rules over the country of Elves.
I who am the heir have learnt trivial manners such as Etiquette, Military Arts, and various things since I was a child.
It seems that my specs are high enough to be able to deal with them relatively easily, and so I used my time playing with women whenever I was free.
Thanks to that, I am now a famous lady-killer.
"What is the matter all about?"
"I have not heard, your Highness. But it may be something important."
"If that's so, then I'm not interested"
"B-but that may be―― Kya!"
I grabbed Cecil’s wrist and pulled her towards me.
Because I was sitting in a bed when she came into my room, she now sat sideways while hugging me with her arms.
"A-Allan-sama?"
"Oh, Cecil. Will you stay with me forever? No matter what kind of woman I embrace, you can't seem to leave my head"
"Allan-sama"
Cecil stared at me with wet eyes.
Because her eyes are so perfect, I felt dizzy just by looking at them the pairs of tantalizing Green Gems also was focused on me.
While keeping a level head, I get closer to her face.
“Is now a good day? For me to ask for your hand, if you became my woman, I promise you your future will be secured”
I slowly bring my lips closer.
Then,
"... Can we please put an end to this?"
"Eh?".
I was pushed back with both her hands.
If it’s a woman other than Cecil, I can easily make them fall for me with my words, but it seems impossible on her. She knows me too well.
After all, there are things that can never be obtained even with a handsome face even you have a high position. I realized for the first time even after being reborn.
"This errand is under the orders of his Majesty. So, to his Majesty, we shall go!"
"Hey, wait … Cecil!"
With my arms pulled, she walked rudely towards the entrance.
"My position has been reversed, huh. We are doing it in your room?"
"Certainly that's also good Allan-sama. When at it, shall we study political science slowly and carefully in my room?"
She sure is hard, but no matter I will get you, woman.
"No, no ... it's fine"
Since I belong to the royal family, they put heavy emphasis on my education. Cecil is also my tutor.
And as expected of political science…it's too difficult to take in!
(AN: Didn’t you just say that it was very easy for you to learn. Useless.)
The reality is not sweet if you think that the king should only need to make babies.
"Then, we shall go as his Majesty Summons, shall we?"
"…Okay"
I lost to the pressure Cecil gave as we went to my father's Throne Room.
The door slams hard enough to rattle the glasses on the bar. The laugh that bellows out of me at that shocks even me.I remain exactly where I'm seated, my hand reaching for my phone. The hotel's security feed fills the screen, showing Quinn striding down the corridor with long, furious steps.His shoulders are rigid beneath his jacket, and his expression hasn't softened in the slightest since he stormed out.The elevator doors slide open on the screen, swallowing him from view. My thumb lingers against the edge of the phone before I lock it.Silence settles over the suite almost immediately afterward, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioner.A smile tugs faintly at the corner of my mouth.Cute.He looked seconds away from turning around and punching me. It's almost disappointing that he didn't.I would have let him. Any excuse to put my hands on him again would be welcome.I want to see him lose control. That polished restraint has to crack eventually. Men always reveal th
I wake with a headache so brutal it feels like someone spent the night hammering nails into my skull.For a few blissful seconds, I keep my eyes closed, hoping the pounding behind them will fade if I ignore it long enough. It doesn't. Instead, another sensation slowly creeps into my awareness.The mattress is too soft, comfortably so. I snuggle deeper into it, letting out a groan.And my room has never smelled like cedarwood and whatever ridiculously expensive cologne I could swear I recognize from somewhere.My eyes snap open.As I try to get them to focus, I realize in horror that the ceiling isn't mine. Neither are the charcoal-gray walls, the floor-to-ceiling windows, or the sleek furniture that probably costs more than my monthly rent.My heart slams against my ribs."...Shit."I sit up too quickly, and the room tilts. A sharp pulse shoots through my head, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut again.Think. How the hell did I get here?Fragments of last night drift back one by one,
CHAPTER FIVE Ronan's pov:Being in control means knowing when to walk away, and I follow that rule blindly. Well, until about thirty minutes ago.As I watch Quinn sit in another one of my bars, drowning glass after glass.This is an illegal site. One of the clubs that never links back to the Sirens, and I do not need a cop snooping around here.At first, I think that is why he is here.Maybe there had been a leak somewhere, but with the way he seems uninterested, it feels more like a very unlucky coincidence.For him.Quinn Anderson. I found out his real last name. He's a man I should stay very far away from.He is everything I am not. The very evidence of my only weakness. We are connected in a way I want buried for life.But here I am, watching his every move, watching as people stare at him, their gazes hungry.Does he not notice? I wonder. Does he not see the way he stands out among the crowd?"We should leave," Riley interrupts me."You can leave first. I will be here for a whil
Quinn's POV“Mr. Maryham?”The doctor calls my name, breaking me out of my thoughts.He exhales slowly. “Her kidneys are deteriorating faster than we expected.”My jaw tightens. I heard him the first time.I sit across from Mum's nephrologist, wearing that same look he has had on his face for years."The dialysis is helping," he continues, "but we can't keep relying on it. The transplant can't be delayed much longer."The words settle heavily between us."How much longer?""A few months at most."I nod once before asking the question that's haunted me since this all began."How much?"He tells me.“Soon,” he adds quietly. “We don’t have the luxury of time.”The figure echoes in my head while I stare at the floor, trying to force the numbers to make sense."I see," I say quietly, even though I don't.I stand, thanking him out of habit more than sincerity.Just as I reach the door, his voice stops me."Quinn."I turn back."There are charitable programmes that sometimes help families in


















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