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 question hung in the air, thick with tension.

I lifted my chin ever so slightly, my lips curving into the faintest hint of a smirk.

Oh, how I had been waiting for this moment. All eyes were on me, wide and filled with shock, curiosity, and something else—something sharp-edged and accusatory.

I swallowed hard, forcing my lips to tremble as I let my face morph into an expression of fear.

Gasps. Murmurs. Whispers spreading like wildfire.

I heard someone near the front audibly gasp before muttering in shock, "Morana Sinclair? No way!"

"The washed-out model?" Someone sneered.

"Wasn't she the one who disappeared after that scandal?"

Then, louder, "She's Sophia's sister! She stole her sister's spotlight!"

I'll Be There