The Cursed Beauty (BEYNIKA)

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Reads 11,458
Votes 758
Parts 13
Time 3h 1m

[ A BEYNIKA STORY ]
    
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    They went to the one witch whose only aim is to destroy me, to bury me and every reminder of me alive. Cursed to the future, due to me knowing my worth, to me not tolerating any disrespect thrown my way. Some call it arrogance and cockiness, I called it empowerment. I was stripped away from my power, my ranks, and my immortality and sent down this land of humans they called Earth. They came together to end me, not knowing where they sent me. Not knowing that from the washed away sandcastles, I'd get to water my seeds and watch them grow through her lenses. I waged wars but she came in and showed me peace. To them, only a mortal she is, one who pictures every memory through her lenses. To me, she was a blessing in disguise, she traded my broken heart for hers, she saw my scars and kissed my crimes. After all, her cursed beauty I was.
    
    | DISCLAIMER: All the events and characters taking place in this work of fiction are completely fictional and from my imagination. Any coincidence in anything is purely that, coincidental. Proceed to read at your own risk. |All Rights Reserved

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[ A BEYNIKA STORY ]
    
    [SLOW UPDATES] 
    
    They went to the one witch whose only aim is to destroy me, to bury me and every reminder of me alive. Cursed to the future, due to me knowing my worth, to me not tolerating any disrespect thrown my way. Some call it arrogance and cockiness, I called it empowerment. I was stripped away from my power, my ranks, and my immortality and sent down this land of humans they called Earth. They came together to end me, not knowing where they sent me. Not knowing that from the washed away sandcastles, I'd get to water my seeds and watch them grow through her lenses. I waged wars but she came in and showed me peace. To them, only a mortal she is, one who pictures every memory through her lenses. To me, she was a blessing in disguise, she traded my broken heart for hers, she saw my scars and kissed my crimes. After all, her cursed beauty I was.
    
    | DISCLAIMER: All the events and characters taking place in this work of fiction are completely fictional and from my imagination. Any coincidence in anything is purely that, coincidental. Proceed to read at your own risk. |

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