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
Back In Time
"You should have just stayed within the dirty grounds, peasant." Those were the words the young lady Katarina Felline Turner had uttered to me when she visited once by the prison. "William does not deserve you, you lowly poor thing."
And indeed, he did not deserve me.
"He deserves only the best woman in town that could offer him more than a pretty face. I am that woman. And you," she had scoffed, "you are nothing but dirt."
And by his choices, neither did I deserve him.
Bash turned over to his side, grunting in his sleep, and I was whisked back to reality with the rustle that his bedsheets made.
As I gazed at his face, I was reminded with how much I wanted to tear him apart bit by bit just as how his past self had done to me.
But the powerful beings that brought me here in this lifetime kept on subtly insisting he was innocent. And I couldn't accept it no matter how much I try to understand.