Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess - Chapter 149

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

The story unfolds the fate of a hidden village nestled deep within the Leaves , where the destiny of a group of mountain-top farmers takes a dramatic turn with the arrival of an injured monk and a rare mirror.Witness the journey of a simple family as they rise to eternal greatness.No cheats, pure love for family, and steady step-by-step evolution.A word of caution: If you're a lover of building tribes and cherishing beautiful family bonds, beware of reading this novel. It will leave you with a deep sense of melancholy once it ends.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

Do not underestimate the act of tilling the soil. The practice of farming holds the power to command the clouds and dictate the rainfall with a mere flick of the wrist. Similarly, never undervalue the humble farmer, who might draw the gaze of stunning women, and vie for the affections of fluttering butterflies.A stunning journalist makes for a worthy companion, and even an aloof, imperious law enforcement officer could be brought to plead for mercy. A tutor? Allow me to provide additional instruction! I may appear as a regular individual, but through a stroke of fortune, I have embarked on a captivating journey, dancing amidst the wind and the clouds!