Good or Bad (witch is better)

Good or Bad (witch is better)

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I'm Ruth Anna E(just E)and I'm now 20 years old with 4 kids *but you will find out how* I work for the bad side also know as bap*i don't know who created that name* its just a bunch of dark people who dress up in all black every day I only joined cause my husband's doppelganger kidnapped me and striped me from my powers 4 years ago when I was 16 and locked me in a magic free zone I only joined cause all my life I have been good but I got bullied, raped, lost 3 people close to my heart, and I have been kind about it all not anymore its time for payback. But I do miss my old life hearing the twins call me mama hearing my precious babies laugh every time they get up in the morning, even hearing my twin sis complain about me taking her sweater when she just forgot she put it in the wash. But I can't go back to good what will happen to me if I chose that over bad. But before I make that decision lets go back to where it all started...the day of my super sweet 16 birthday!!!! GOOD OR BAD (witch is better)
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Siblings

[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs. There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them. There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars. Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal. We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven. Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers. Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.

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