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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

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Trust Me

I was in the middle of a war with myself as a tiny glimmer of hope rising from the depths of my heart pushed its way into a greater pedestal. Would he prove himself worthy?

I held my phone close to my ear and I whispered in reply, "Then prove me you are different, Bash. Show me actions, for words aren't enough. And so is the promise of love."

Bash inhaled as he heard my challenge. It wasn't at all different from before. He knew I was still skeptical, and if he really wanted me to believe him, he should be ready to go beyond words.

"I know, Elizabeth, I know," he whispered softly, "Now that I know your past, the hurt that you have been traumatized with, I know how I should approach you."

There was a certain pause before Bash continued. I heard his words echo from the other end, and I was left with nothing to say as a lump got stuck in my throat.

"This time around, I won't let go of your hand, Elizabeth Jennings. In this life, I will stay."