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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 480 — Never the same One.

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'… He mentioned marriage…' — I thought again… after a while had passed since my eyes opened to welcome morning as if the ponder in overflowing rejoice did not happen last night. Feeling thrilled as I felt my being as odd yet natural after waking with one soul composed of two. Experiencing the warmth of what awaited once this day allowed the crown prince and myself to meet… without a need to conceal happiness in useless caution for a destiny I feared was ultimately avoided by my survival and now all that mattered was to craft different days to those I learned in my past.

'… A speck of me wants to say "our survival"… yet I am no longer two…' — "How odd it is…"

The complexity of my present self had yet to be fully grasped for only a night had traversed in time. Certainly not being enough for myself to fully understand this sensation running throughout what I am now as if I have yet to develop this new soul I am.