JullieFerdie

"Young people often fall for the wrong people, and I guess my wrong person was you."

Morana, a young lady, who was treated cruely by her family, unwanted by the society, was assassinated by her husband and her supposed step-sister.

"Even if I had to crawl out of the depths of hell, I would return. I would make them pay for every lie, every betrayal, every moment of agony they had inflicted on me.

And when I did, they would know the full weight of my wrath."

Those were her last words before she succumbed to darkeness. But she never expected to be given a second chance at life.

"Three hundred and sixty-five days. That is the time you have to carry out your revenge. If you succeed, your soul will be free to move on. But if you fail..."

My throat tightened. "If I fail?"

The being’s glow darkened, and its voice echoed with finality. "You will cease to exist. Your soul will turn to dust and vanish, leaving no trace of you in any realm."

What happens after she exhaust one year, even if she succeed in seeking revenge?

365-Days Burning Vengeance

The door slammed shut behind the cleaner, her muffled sobs echoing faintly in the hallway as the tension in the room finally dissipated.

I leaned back in my chair, glancing down at my now ruined clothes. There was a faint smear of dirty water near the hem.

"Nancy," I said, my voice calm and steady, though I could still feel the remnants of my frustration bubbling under the surface. "I'll need to change."

Nancy, who was still standing near the desk, nodded quickly. "Of course, Morana."

I rose from my chair and made my way to the adjoining changing room. The cool air in the room hit me as I stepped inside, and I took a moment to breathe, letting the chill calm my simmering anger.

As I unbuttoned my blouse, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. My reflection stared back at me... poised, composed, and unyielding.

People Made Me Change