Make Me Feel Again ♕ Geralt Of Rivia
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  • Reads 293,892
  • Votes 10,067
  • Parts 30
  • Time 3h 21m
Ongoing, First published Sep 29, 2020
Mature
Eleanora Blythe- known to few, hunter (in training) and (self-proclaimed) best friend to the one and only Geralt of Rivia. 

Ever since the two crossed paths, they've stuck together like glue...Well, technically, she stuck to him like glue and he had grudgingly accepted her company. 

She was just an ordinary human girl. Except, just like her Witcher friend, she looks as if she hasn't aged a day since the two had met several decades ago. 

However, the fact has never seemed to bother Eleanora...until now. 

Determined to figure out the mystery of her agelessness, she tags along on Geralt's adventures in hopes she'll find some clues.

They say the truth sets you free. What they don't tell you, is that sometimes...it could also be the death of you. 

**warning: this book will contain sexual scenes!
*this book is based on the Netflix series 'The Witcher' and not the books or the game.
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