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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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572 Chs

Chapter 439

"A meeting… S-she requested a meeting and I… I lost myself to her sound like a fool…" — Blushed by the entranced feelings she provoked, Zeleskiaz felt faint to the anticipation; glancing in the direction she had taken to exhale with troubled desire and hope. — "The surprise left me speechless… yet maybe… Maybe it is time…? Finally time… to give up the patience I've stuck with so hazardously..."

— Let us meet there, my Prince… —

A delicious shiver drowned his soul with flatters, fresh in its caress… yearning to hear her voice that felt like a dream again… Soon… to also tell something of himself that with this little exchange conveyed she could now grant answer.

"A word from my Lady… so clear and tremendously bracing…" — Bewitched, Zeleskiaz smiled sweetly to the daydream imagining agreement to the feelings he deeply held. — "… I am not to make you wait."