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
I smiled at her as I accepted the hug of a devil woman, and then I added with a low whisper to her ear that only she could hear, "I know you so much, you bitch."
Missy Cath recoiled, and the look on her face was full of shock. She didn't see the word coming out of my mouth, as I had actually smiled at her beforehand.
"Did you just call me a bitch?" her tone raised. She turned to Bash and then pointed at me with one manicured nail. "Sebby! Your friend just called me a bitch!"
Bash scrunched his nose and then asked, "Really? I don't think she meant it as something insulting." the man took a step forward and looked at me, "Right, Lizzie?"
I didn't waste time to jump in with his idea and I smiled as sweetly as I could, and I hope I didn't look too awkward with it, "Of course not!"
Turning to Missy Cath, I beamed as I explained, "You are the bitch!" Putting an emphasis on the words 'the' and 'bitch'.