Tamina Pen

I was born from two opposite blood: good and evil.

 Actually, there are three of us.

 The cursed triplets they say.

 Possesses powers that everyone fears.

 But good for my siblings, they only possessed one side of our parents.  One is good and one is bad.  While me?  Both.

 So sometimes, I can't control the powers I have.

 That's why they separated me from my two sisters.  They took me away from them, trained me to control my powers, punish me if I do something wrong, enrolled me in a school where everyone's threatened to me, bullied me, hurt me.  But it's okay.  I didn't want to get hurt so I just let it go.

 Until I couldn't take it anymore.

 One day, I made the best mistake in my life.

 I was sent to exile, never to return again.  And I was happy.

 I lived far away from them, yet I was treated the same.

 Until I met Storm Gabriel Isaac.  Everything has changed.

 Or so I thought.

 Because the person whom I thought changed me, was also the same as I am.

 A wretched man.

WRETCH

I'm glad I had come this far and I really want to thank Webonovel for giving me this opportunity. 


Writing is the greatest gift I have ever received. When I write down something, I feel the contentment and the satisfaction I always feel when I read books. And yes, I am a fan of reading books which led me to love writing poems and short stories that were stucked on the pages of my notebooks. I never thought this talent of mine would reach so many people. When I decided to publish my stories in wattpad, one reader would make me happy because I thought someone appreciates my work. 


And then I was introduced to a platform with a wider number of readers. And I will be forever grateful. I never dreamed that my works would be noticed. I was just satisfied in publishing my works, expressing my feelings, and sharing my thoughts. I never dreamed to have a wider audience but I did. And to all aspiring writers, never lose your hope. Always keep fighting and writing. You may not shine today but someday you will!  


And I thank Ms. Chloeee and my dearest friend Precy. Thanks for appreciating my story.  


And I'm sorry for the wrong grammars and technicalities. 


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