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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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593 Chs

Chapter 326

His retreat was felt as chaotic turmoil in his overwhelmed chest.

An escape. One he had never thought he would do so cowardly from his beloved woman… Made the Prince's embarrassment enhance as he leaned on the wall framing her balcony's window.

'This time… I truly simply lost a chance… Yet I could not resist it, lovely woman…!' — The troubled Zeleskiaz thought as his hand muffled his own mouth that knew could slip words from the strong sensations from the recall of her exquisiteness. — 'Such beauty is…'

"Unfair, my love…" — Pained by his instincts, a deep exhalation spread the longing words so the night of brilliant moon could listen. — "... My crave will be damned…"

Straightening to pace around the balcony, Zeleskiaz inhaled ashamed by his lack of resistance when against the woman, and once again, ignorant of what to do with himself, he came to support his weight while laying hands on the railings of a platform he did not wish to leave yet.