Ava Morgan Reid Story -Written by Ava Morgan Reid, Daniel Reid, and Margaret Reid

Day 1- The Birth of Ava Morgan Reid

Hmmm… why is it so bright? What is that thing turning repeatedly? Who is carrying me around like a toy? Waaah! Waaah! It hurts…

The pages trembled as though alive, reflecting the storm in Josh’s eyes—a storm stirred by memories he was not ready to face. Sweat and tears drippled onto the pages as he unveiled the shades that Ava had blinded him.

Day 5058 – Lovers and affairs

A loud eerie noise woke me up. Groaning, I stretched my arms, fumbling for my phone. Max again. He is turning out to be such a pest. I sighed and swiped them away. I groggily made my way to the bathroom to carry out my usual morning routine.

I was going to finally meet him today. The man in the party last night. Oh he looked so fine in that suit. There he was, waiting for me behind the house. I rushed to him, beaming with joy and without a thought, I jumped at my chance and kissed him passionately. Was it reckless? Probably. But as he smiled, the doubt melted away, leaving only the heat of the moment. Together, we slipped away to the fields, where the golden grass whispered secrets and the horizon stretched infinitely. It was just us, lost in a world of our own making…

Day 5060 – I am so in love

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I am glad that I finally broke things with Max. He was starting to get too clingy. Now I can fully focus on Jay and Mikey. Oh what can I do to make these men go so mad for me tonight?  Cheating? Maybe. But who cares? They’ll get over it. I’m having fun, and that’s all that matters. Their feelings don’t matter…

Day 5124 – My life is a party

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I was having the dance of my life when I saw these 3 boys expressing suggestive and flirty signs. I was never someone to refuse fun and pleasure in life. Their eyes on me were enough to make the world spin faster. Who cares about tomorrow when tonight promises everything I need?

I felt the electric attraction as my hips swayed into their direction, without any doubt in mind. I felt the urge to own them physically and emotionally.

The dance floor was on fire. I could see them vying for me, feeling hungrier to own me, to control me but I fed on their starvation, on their desperation. I was the master pulling the strings of my little puppets. They were nothing but toys to me.

There was no love in the air. No promises. Only the heat of the moment, the thrill of the chase, the rush of taking more than what was mine. I toyed with their feelings, and it validated my ecstasy.  

 My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I didn’t bother checking. It was just Josh again—always Josh. He was growing tiresome. Not enough. Never enough.

As the night dragged on, the boys didn’t stand a chance. I danced with one, kissed another, and whispered sweet nothings into the ear of the third. But even as I laughed and teased them, I felt the emptiness creeping in, gnawing at my insides. What was I really looking for? What was I really doing?

I laughed again, dismissing the thought. What did it matter? They didn’t matter. It was all a game—a game I was winning. But deep inside, a part of me wondered... was there something else? Something darker, deeper, that none of this would ever fill?...

Josh’s stomach twisted in knots, the words from the page wrapping around him like a suffocating blanket. The weight of Ava’s betrayal crushed his chest, making each breath feel like it might be his last. His grip on the page nearly obliterated the bitter truth from reality. A high-pitched ring filled his ears, echoing Ava voice repeatedly, drowning out everything else, smothering his sanity out of existence.

Day 5600 – Welcome to the dark side

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What am I doing? Max, Will, Jay, Mike, Charlie, Leo, Dan and Josh. Why can’t I settle for only one? Why did it always ignite a jolt of electrifying energy in me? My mind unraveled in a chaotic blur as the weight of my guilty conscience crushed down my sanity, suffocating any clarity, leaving my mind defenseless to the super typhoon of doubt and guilt brewing.

But that jolt of electricity surged radiantly through me when my eyes spotted anarchy in the vicinity. The air grew thick with an unnatural thickness and burst with the scent of incense sticks. A mystical fog seeped through the mossy building erected in a marsh field, urging the ignorants to keep away. But it underestimated my passion for defiance, and so I let myself be taken into the unknown.

For the first time in my life, I had heard such a masterpiece being executed beyond perfection. The low, guttural chanting filled the air, rising and falling in a rhythm that felt ancient and mystical. Cloaked men surrounded a pentagram inscribed onto the stone ground, candles giving them the only light they required in life. I had never seen such a beauty before.

That aura, I felt so beautifully imbued with it. It was as if every fragment of my soul had found meaning, purpose, settling into a perfect alignment of serenity. And then, I understood. Chaos was my true soulmate…

Day 5610 – Their blood tasted so good

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It was finally my time to shine. Nobody could come in my way. Else they would understand the literal meaning of a guttural scream. I could already smell the blood seeping through my nostrils, elevating my excitement to a whole new world, euphoria possessing my limbs and bones. My hips swayed to the sweet tunes of ecstasy.

I licked my lips as I stared at my parents preparing dinner showering each other with love, so much passion haloing their surroundings. I hated that, that positive aura trying to repel my desires. A burning hate was inflamed in my lungs, gnawing at every corner of my being, who so desired to ravage a knife in their heart. But it had to wait for my plan to see success.

One small step for man, one giant leap into death. They could not see their impending doom reaching out to them. They were running out of time. As their concentration wandered off to their lovey-dovey world, a sneaky hand dropped a white powder into the food. And the white powder executed its magic to perfection. Five minutes into dinner, bam. Mic drop, unconscious!

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“My dark lord, today I present you a feast. Here lies Margaret Reid and Daniel Reid. I am going to sacrifice them in your name…” I chanted in unison with my new friends. Ross, the leader of cult invited me to draw the pentagram around my parents and to do the sacrificial ceremony as an initiation tradition. A euphoric storm surged in my soul as I delivered the final blow to my parents.

I breathed in the scented candles and the red liquid oozing- no gushing onto the blood chalice. Satisfied. No room for regrets…

“That maniac!” Josh groaned in disbelief.  Disgust and horror crushed his mental health.  He rushed to the corner and retched. His mind could not handle the damage dealt by Ava. He could feel his soul breaching the line of insanity by the minute.

“Why am I still reading that psycho’s life story? She does not deserve all this attention,” Josh shouted, gazing up as if he expected the boss to give some clarity.

Joshua cursed the stars, his ill fate binding him to this cursed book he could not abandon. Memories of Ava and him flashed in front of his eyes, her sweet voice calling out for him, for eternity.

He so wanted to thrash the book. But he could not. Not before knowing why - why murder his parents too?

Day 6838 – The End of the Reids

Buzz buzz…

“Hmm, who is texting at this hour?” I groaned, fumbling for my phone on my bedside table.

Quentin: Josh will be gone at 9. Miranda will go shopping at 12. They will be back by 17 00. Come at 13 00. Usual meeting place.

I grinned at the message, feeling the heavens in my sight.  

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Golden wheat beamed around me as I waited for my love to come. Quentin was more than my lover, he was, whatever he was, he was mine. He belonged to me. Miranda did not deserve him. I would do anything to make him mine, even if it meant killing Miranda and Josh. But my darling would not appreciate that, would not he? What if he left me? I did not want to lose him.

I could think only of him all day. Even during intimate moments with Josh, I could only feel his touch all over me, my Quentin, my Quentin kissing me, touching me.

“Hi my love,” Quentin murmured while he hugged me from behind.

That hug was so warm, so full of love. It felt like the heavens had fallen right into my palms. I hope that the lord would not be displeased by my choice. I moaned as Quentin started showering me with little pecks. I wanted to be one with him, forever.

We ran back to the house and settled on Josh’s bed. We were one in bed, our soulmates uniting more than ever. I imbued my love with the passion and devotion he so rightfully deserved.

“What are you doing Ava? Dad what is wrong with you? She is my girlfriend. How could you do this to mum?” Josh screamed at us as he walked on our electrifying kiss.

How dared he disturb us? Who did he think he was?

Did this mean Quentin would ditch me now? He would not dare. He loved me. But he could not be Miranda’s again. I would not let this happen. Quentin belonged to me only. If I could not have him, Miranda won’t have him too. Quentin and I should be together, for eternity.

He had to die, together with me. We would be together forever. But Miranda had to die too. She held us apart for so long.

My eyes became darker as I faced reality.

I snatched Josh’s pocket knife from his drawer and gave freedom to my love. As tears fell down my cheeks, I saw the woman who stood between us returning. She had to go too. I jumped out of the window and gutted that woman till nobody could recognise her body.

Realising it was my time to let go, I surrendered my body to my king.

“Hail Satan”.