Revenge of the Reincarnated Witch
In the spring of 1692, Lizzie burned at the stake. Reincarnated in the 21st century, she finds herself riding a pick-up truck off to a music festival with the reincarnation of the girls that burned with her. And the driver? William, the lover that left her without an explanation. William’s charm in this lifetime is as irresistible as it used to be and she can't deny the longing she feels. To find peace and happiness, she was tasked by a quirky deity to avenge herself and the other ‘witches’ from the people that wronged them. But how was she going to find out who were the ones that wronged the other girls? In her quest for justice, Lizzie will discover the best (and worst) of both worlds of the colonial era and the 21st century as she goes back and forth into her dreams, visions, and reality. Will she succeed with her revenge and find happiness too? ========== DRAMATIC EXCERPT: "Lizzie, please don't forget that I love you." Will said as he clutched his shirt near his chest. "I never stopped loving you Elizabeth Ainsworth." He took a step forward to reach out for me and I shielded myself with my hands. "Don't come near me, you filthy bastard!" I screamed at him, enraged with his lies. I closed my eyes as I stepped backwards and held back my tears. "You did nothing to defend me from your father!" "No Lizzie, I did what I could. I -" his voice faded and I was left in the parking lot, dazed and my arms crossed as if to shield myself from his advance. When I blinked, William vanished and Bash came back into sight. He gave me a questioning look and asked, "Ummm.. What are you doing Lizzie?" My eyes darted from Bash's head to toe and he gave a nervous laugh at my reaction. I breathed short and heavy gasps and my sweat went cold. "You look like you've seen a ghost." He said. ========= UPDATES INDEFINITE Coverphoto grabbed from pinterest, it will be taken down should the owner request to. If you know the original artist then please inform me so i can add proper credits
Fickle Deities
I didn't even notice I had actually walked out into the back garden of Ali's home. I looked around, and thought Becky might have taken her little walk here. She wasn't, and I assumed maybe she took to the other side of the house.
The summer blooms were slowly opening as the sun rose and shone down on them. The place I stood at was peaceful, but my heart and mind were the opposite – it was at war.
My mind kept on telling me that Bash was William through and through, and that what has happened in the past has a way of repeating itself. Eventually, Bash will put me down just as William had.
But then my heart counters what my mind is convincing me to believe.
Sometimes I just wish Bash remembered his past life too so we could get some type of closure. I wouldn't feel guilty at all for fully lashing out my hurt on him. And he would be able to tell me first hand his reason – even if I might still end up hating him no matter what he says.