Bewiched
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Asha always thought that she was as normal as was possible; for her. Living with her Great Aunt Flora for her whole life, she never thought that she would live anywhere else; until the letter. She is quickly pulled into a world where enemies lurk around corners. She has magic; will it be enough? lol, I'm keeping this published because it was one of my first stories on here, but just remember that this is something I wrote in eighth grade and I was NOT good. Also, I couldn't spell "Bewitched", could I?
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They lied to me. My own family. My so-called friends. All of them hiding the truth, that we're tied to the criminal underworld, a forte where my family, the Storms, are the undisputed kings. Then everything falls apart. My dad gets framed. My cousin ends up dead. And the boy I've had a childhood crush on-Nathaniel-turns out to be the one who could destroy me. At least Luke, the one person I shouldn't want, fights to keep me from breaking... but even he has secrets. But it's gets even worse, because now an organization is rising from the shadows, an organization that opposes everything my family stands for. And in a family of warmongers and sociopaths, I stood out as a glaring weakness. The most normal, the most vulnerable, and the most efficient way to end a dynasty that has ruled for centuries. Because what is a throne without an heir, and a crown without its king. So here I am, stuck in a game of blood and betrayal where the only way to survive is to stop being the fragile girl they thought I was. If I have to burn bridges, spill blood, and embrace the monster inside me, then so be it. Because this time, I'm not running from my darkness. I'm becoming it.

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