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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 · Fantasía
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Chapter 475

The hands of the Prince grasped the edge of the window, anxious to climb it and fall onto her balcony as he once used to do to aid with her beautiful sound… and he inhaled… deeply the frisky breeze of an Autumn night… inspired by the picture in his mind of the beloved resting below.

"I'm… overjoyed to know you are there… so close… that my hand could easily touch, even if slightly, your wonderous figure… smooth skin… solely if blessed by the gods…" — Immersed in the depths of the romance, Zeleskiaz's conflicted entrancement frowned to the restraint he was told to keep, closing his lids wishing to obey as he believed would do good for the beloved… yet resigning to the selfishness of a deep craving. — "No… I cannot wait for a blessing… much less until tomorrow."