Just Let Me Sleep

Just Let Me Sleep

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Xander had always been a bright kid almost frightening so and he'd probably be able to rule in whatever job department he choose but there was a slight set back... he was almost helplessly listless and tried to do everything in the most quickest least energy and time consuming way and while that has its plus sides it also has its downs . He didn't really do anything other than sleep work nap eat and sometimes go for a walk all that knew him couldn't help but look after him because they worried he'd likely fall in a ditch somewhere if they took their eyes off him fir a second so with people doting on him he couldn't help but become even more listless . One day a person who was looking after Xander for a while because the boy almost fell into the street on the way home from dozing off gave him a novel to read called "to love and to be loved" it was a cheesy cliche romance novel but Xander found himself reading it till the end . After finishing the book and using it as a pillow to sleep on he found himself waking up as the "mini villain" in the story who died not even 60 pages in but coincidentally had the same name as him . He didn't care tho as long as he could sleep and work with this new worlds magic he wouldn't mind but how come the villain and a few other characters that supposed to hate him suddenly doting on him ? Start: 01/22/2022 End:??
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"Aren't you tired of the way you live?" A voice inside of him would ask. "What can i do? I was born to live the life of a killing machine that dances to the command of my master. You think i never tried to run away from my life?" He would reply. That was him. The prodigy, the pride and praise of assassins. His hands were dyed with blood. Blood of men, women, children and the aged. He tried to rinse the blood out of his life but failed miserably. It was like a string attached to him, following him even in his dreams. "I see you are trying to run from your shell." The old woman said to him. "You are a pitiable person. When death welcomes you i pray you be free of your chains." She smiled as her cracked lips left her final breathe and her eyes lost its gleam. "Aaahhhhh!" The sound of painful scream echoed the room as he pressed his sword into his skin. He was ordered to kill the president of the country and bombard his residence. That was his last mission. But instead of leaving the house alive he stayed behind watching his piece of work decorate the walls of the building. He smiled. "It seems this is the only way to attain my own freedom." The sound of exploding bombs thundered into the ears of his comrades. They had realised what the man had done. However death brought him a new life. He was gifted the chance to live in freedom, to redeem himself and live the life he had wished for. But inside the world of a book. Life was all happy and beautiful. Until one unfortunate day he was entangled with the worst situation as he had to present himself before the antagonist of the book. Standing before him he caught his eye and was recruited as one of his personal guard. Moreover the protagonist of the story was very much to his distaste. But nothing could be worst than being objected as a sexual toy by the villain of the book, who had his ways with him right?

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