A witch's revenge

Part 1

The sun beat down on me mercilessly as I lay still on the side of the road. My vision was blurred and I could feel the blood trickling from my wounds. The last thing I remembered was the sound of his cruel laughter as he drove away, leaving me for dead. I closed my eyes, silently cursing the man I thought was my boyfriend, the one I trusted and loved with all my heart.

But little did he know, I was a witch, and death was not the end for me.

As I lie there, my mind replayed the events that led to this moment. Our relationship had always been a rollercoaster, with highs and lows that left me dizzy and unsure of where I stood. But I always forgave him, believing his promises that he would change. I was blinded by love, or what I thought was love.

That fateful night, we had gotten into another heated argument. He was angry and drunk, and I was tired of his constant lies and infidelity. In a fit of rage, he pushed me out of the car and drove away, leaving me alone and defenseless on the side of the road.

But as I lay there, my body slowly healing itself with a force I couldn't explain, I realized that this was the final straw. I was done with him and his toxic ways. And as I sat up, my eyes glowing with an inner fire, I knew that revenge was my only option.

Using my powers, I transformed my battered and broken body into one of beauty and strength. My hair was now a vibrant red, my eyes a piercing green, and my skin flawless. I was a force to be reckoned with, and my former boyfriend would soon regret ever crossing me.

I made my way back to school the very next day, dressed in my new form, and quickly became the talk of the campus. My ex-boyfriend stared at me with a mix of shock and desire, but I was no longer under his spell. I had come back from the dead, and I was ready to take my revenge.

With a flick of my wrist, I cast a glamour spell and placed a curse on him and his new girlfriend. They would now feel the same pain and betrayal that I had felt. I reveled in their suffering, knowing that justice had been served.

But as time passed, I realized that my revenge had not brought me the satisfaction I had hoped for. It only left me feeling empty and bitter. So I used my powers for good, helping those in need and spreading kindness and positivity wherever I went.

And as for my ex-boyfriend, he never crossed my path again. He had learned his lesson, and I had moved on to live my life to the fullest. In the end, my journey of revenge had taught me something valuable – that sometimes, the best revenge is to move on and live a happy life. And that's exactly what I did