She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 203

Jocelyn studied the girl in front of her—so young, her face still soft with youth.

But behind those eyes was a depth no girl her age should have.

Jocelyn knew Sabrina carried plenty of secrets. Everything she did seemed to be aimed at someone, although Jocelyn couldn’t say who.

Still...

No matter what Sabrina chose to do, Jocelyn would stand by her, without hesitation.

“If you ever need anything, just say the word, okay? I might not have much else, but I’ve got money, and I’ve got people. Don’t bother being polite with me.”

Jocelyn stuffed a slice of kiwi into her mouth, cheeks puffed out as she talked and chewed at the same time.

Sabrina just nodded, saying nothing.

She knew Jocelyn had plenty of questions, but she never asked. She just stood in Sabrina’s corner.

That sense of respect—those boundaries—made Sabrina feel safe.

It wasn’t until after dinner that Sabrina finally left Jocelyn’s house.

She didn’t want to go back to that miserable place she called home, but she had no other choice.

When the car pulled over by the curb, she decided to get out and walk for a while by herself.

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Ever since coming back to life, Sabrina had been tormented by memories from her past. Every few days, those painful images would haunt her dreams, as if to remind her—don’t forget to take your revenge.

Sometimes, the memories pressed so hard she felt like she couldn’t breathe, and she wanted nothing more than to confront her enemies right then and there, to make them pay.

But she was afraid. Afraid she wasn’t strong enough, that if she failed, she’d be dragged back to that hellish place, suffering every day until she wished for death.

She wouldn’t let a single one of her enemies go.

But letting them die easily? She couldn’t accept that, either.

She was terrified that all of this was just a dream.

All the fear and pain she’d kept bottled up suddenly found an outlet, flooding out of her.

She stood on the bridge, gazing quietly at the full moon overhead. Her heart ached with grief, but not a single tear fell.

She looked down at the rushing river below and imagined tossing her enemies into the water, watching them struggle for air as they drowned.

“You’re not thinking of jumping, are you?”

Sabrina burst out laughing at that.

Stella’s way of thinking was just as quirky as ever.

“No way. I’m not giving up that easily,” Sabrina replied with a grin.

How could she die before dragging her enemies down with her?

Meeting Stella again like this, earlier in life than before—what a blessing.

“It’s still early. Want to grab a drink?”

Stella nodded toward a café across the street.

She genuinely admired Sabrina—she was good at cards, could handle herself in a fight, and honestly, they were cut from the same cloth. At school, Stella’s oddness meant she didn’t have many friends.

But now that there were two oddballs, maybe they could stick together—and maybe even find more.

Sabrina glanced at the café across the way; it looked cozy, and she nodded her agreement.