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You Think I Won't Talk?

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life. Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom. Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties. 'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...' _________________________________ Give some love to my other book too ^^~ • Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure * To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile. _________________________________ TAGS: #R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter... (Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^) _________________________________ This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

XimenoideX · Fantasy
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592 Chs

Chapter 217 — For Tomorrow's Piece.

His elation refused to cease.

No bite was allowed in his mouth as anticipation for the timely hour in the night kept roaming his psyche.

'Bless those sessions... My fair Lady waiting for me... In pure sleeping gowns...'

Zeleskiaz contemplated as his eyes observed the elegant fork empty of bite.

"... Sweets... My Lady likes them..."

'It may be the reason behind... Her flesh's flavour...' — Lustful, he thought. Only to pause before continuing.

"... I should investigate what she cannot indulge in."

A faint frown came down his countenance. 

The image of her trembling disturbed his peace for a moment, causing him to stand as he stated his new intentions pertaining to any of her sufferings.

"She shall not ail again. I will not permit it." — He declared.