~Perfect for me~ Residenevil Village x Modern!Simp!Reader
  • مقروء 35,158
  • صوت 1,264
  • أجزاء 14
  • الوقت 46m
  • مقروء 35,158
  • صوت 1,264
  • أجزاء 14
  • الوقت 46m
مستمرة، تم نشرها في مايو ١٤, ٢٠٢١
Hello again I don't know if there are any readers whom simp for the vampire Lady, a Lady who talks through a doll, a Sir whom likes Metal very much and a Sir who needs Appreciation?
I love them they are married to me they just don't know it yet so pshhh.

To be honest I hate that ethan died, but I also don't like how he kills the other four and Lady Dimitrescus daughters, so because you were playing as ethan you'll be able to meet him during the time you are in the game.

Anyway, this story is like the others I'm still writing, so you as Y/N are playing the game and are a big simp for the four gorgeous Lady's and Sir's. While playing the game your computer suddenly shuts down resulting in you not being able to play it for the tenth time. You were so mad that you wished to be in the game to play it for your self.

What if that little wish came true?

If you are not happy with what or how I write then I want to kindly ask for you to leave, if you wanna comment or vote feel free to do as you please.

I will not only update this book but also my other ones. 

Thank you for giving this book a try.
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