The Devil’s Kryptonite

•Sarah's POV•My mom died when I was twelve. I lost half of my heart that day. You're supposed to have a bond with your mother anyway, but my bond with my mom was so much deeper than that. She was my literal best friend.I was a weird kid. I didn't fit in. I only had one friend. I never stuck up for myself and when I finally did, I was reprimanded for being mean and got beaten by the kids outside of school later. I was even labeled a bully but it didn't stick. No one believe I could be a bully. So that made the bond between my mother and I stronger than ever.But when I was ten, my father lost his job as a carpenter. He went on a down spiral. He tried to apply for other jobs, but no one would accept him. He turned to alcohol and started to abuse my mom.Her body became weaker after all the hits she took. The bruises weren't even bruises anymore. They looked like reducing chickenpox, but without the bump. Broken bones became a regular thing when I was eleven.I tried so hard to protect

•Lucian's POV•She thinks I'm a stalker, huh? I can't believe it. I realize why I'm not a good guy now. Every time I try to do something good, it always backfires. Every single time.I admit she is pretty. When I bumped into her the first time, she seemed familiar. Maybe I knew her in another lifetime? That's a stretch. I remember everyone I've met.Her aura is so unique. I can tell she's a good girl, but there's something that attracts me to her. For father's sake, she isn't even my type. I like the seductress type; I like for someone to cause mischief so I can reprimand them. I can tell she's not like that and that's why I can't understand my attraction to her.She does have curves and she's pretty, but she's not my type. Have I ever dated a girl with dimples before? I don't know. I probably never cared. She has dimples and they're beautiful. Beautiful? What am I saying?I mean she's not a blonde or the brunette type I like. She has long, curly sandy brown hair and a baby face paire

Isabelle's POVSo Lucian wasn't so bad after all. He seemed to be a great guy. I didn't know too many boys that were handsome like him & into books. I stereotyped him and I feel guilty about it, but come on! There really aren't too many guys that were made like him. He's totally my type.My type? What am I saying?! I didn't mean it in that way. I meant it as in the best friend type. Jen would be jealous— she may even be mad, but this is great for me. I don't have many friends and to top it off, I just made him my friend. Right?"Hey," I paused, "are we friends now?"I waited for his answer. He hesitated. I guess we aren't friends. I was kinda disappointed now. Why else was he here during lunch with me? He could be somewhere else, surrounded by girls & getting treated like a king, instead of being here with me. He isn't nice anymore; he's reverted to being a jerk now.He finally responded, "I think so. I'd like to be friends. Do you want to be friends?"I replied, "Of course. I thought

Isabelle's POV I had the best sleep of my life last night after I ate my snacks and let my eyes drift off to anime. I didn't have any nightmares, I didn't think about what happened earlier, and I didn't dream about my past life. But now, I couldn't help but think that I'd repeated my past life in some way.I mean, I had friends in this life and I wasn't afraid to stick up for myself, but I was still an outcast. What should I have done differently? I shook my head at my thoughts. I didn't regret taking this route. It was much better than my previous life. I was ecstatic that my dad didn't abuse my mom & I was ecstatic I was best friends with the popular girl who wasn't a total snob, but could be a total slut. I said could. I'm extremely grateful for this second chance God bestowed upon me; I'd make the best of it.I jumped up and caught my alarm clock before it had a chance to ring. I was already awake so I cut it off for the day. I went through my morning routine efficiently this mo

Isabelle's POV After Ms. Ligher rang the office for clean up to attend to the broken light, we resumed class. The class was going very smoothly— I mean there were no arguments or anything. It was very quiet, which was very unusual, but nonetheless peaceful and I adored it. But you know what they say: peace never lasts, and in my case, it definitely did not last as long as I wanted. This class mainly consisted of girls; there were very few boys in this class due to most of the boys being an athlete or involved in other things, such as clubs. Anyway, the boys that were in this class didn't really care about much; they were mainly ex-athletes or the radical bad boys that didn't care at all.So it was very peaceful, right? And then out of nowhere, Kassidy Johnson stood up and harshly yanked Alexis Nether's blonde hair. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the big chunk of Alexis' hair in Kassidy's hand. My mouth was widely agape and I had to hurriedly cover it with my hands, but I soon