Upon a Certain Death
What would you do if you knew that you were bound to die by the time you turn to a certain age?
For Adelaine Reese, she'd much prefer to be someone who'd only die as she reaches a certain age than suffer her whole life with an absolute trash of a family.
And as if fate has heard her, she woke up in a world wherein she thought she is now in a body that could never die, until she read a certain book.
Her death was inevitable.
From the day she learned how to walk and knew her own name, she figured it out.
She's bound to die in eighteen years because of the disease – no, the curse – that was placed upon her. It wasn’t the type to slowly make her suffer or weaken her as time passes, but a poison that will immediately kill her once the clock strikes twelve for her eighteenth birthday.
A horrible curse that she could never undo or remove, for it resided in her body on the day that she came out from her mother’s womb. It’s a curse that was set to be the only thing to kill her, because nothing or no one else could.
Now as Zeshia Kylio Edregburn, the daughter of a witch and the descendant of a demon, she faces a certain death while doing whatever the hell she wants.
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"Why are you avoiding me?" His amber eyes shone like gold as tears started to form. If it was any bystander who saw this expression in his face, they would feel pity and cry together with him.
But not me.
"Didn't I make it clear from the start? I hate you and I avoid things that I hate. It was you who wanted to stick to me." Sharps words escaped from my mouth, paired with a glare directed to this trash.
I loathe this man.
It was supposed to be the last job that I'll take before I die, and it was the right one for me.
I've always wanted revenge for men who deceive women with their sweet words, only to leave them with the responsibility to take care of a child. And this bastard exactly did that.
Now he tries to take my pity again, as he fell down from his high status, since the child he left was now successful in her clothing store.
Allia, a precious child that continued to persevere and had the talent. I'd never let this bastard come near you.
"What should I do for you to forgive me?" He was crying his eyes out, his shoulders shaking from weeping too hard.
Like hell I care.
An idea crossed my mind and a smirk made its way to my face.
"You said you'd do anything, right?" He looked at me with wide eyes and fervently nodded. I walked towards his position and pushed him, causing him to fall to the ground. Using my left foot, I stepped on his chest and looked down on him, like a tyrant empress looking at an ant.
He tried to struggle away from me, but I stepped on his chest harder. I raised my left brow and leaned towards his face, making sure that he'll see my smile.
"Then strip naked and run on the plaza while screaming that you're a bastard and a trash who left his child for years and beg for her help when fate took everything from you."
Although it was not really fate who took everything from him.
I was the one who made sure to have him left with nothing.
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NOTE: This story contains vulgar language and explicit descriptions of abuse and harassment that may not be appropriate for some readers.
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