I was reborn on Earth as Jacob Dawson after the evil lord turned me into a werewolf. I was born into a wealthy household in Los Angeles. My spirit soared. Residing in this household felt like being a kid in a candy store. I could have everything I wanted, whenever I wanted it, at my disposal. The scent of the salty breeze wafted into my spacious and luxurious bedroom from the balcony. Below, the aroma of roses being sold by a lady vendor reached my senses. The scent of freshly baked bread in a store across the street also wafted in the air, watering my mouth. Today was a beautiful and exciting day.

My father, Aaron, was a well-known rock singer, and my mother, Elaine, was a well-known novelist. Wasn't it amazing? My parents were going to have a baby, and I was the first child. To be honest, I was concerned. I had no idea how to take care of a younger sibling. This would be my first experience. According to the doctor, they were going to have a baby boy. When I asked my mother about the baby's gender, she told me this.

Well, I was glad! I think I'd get along with him! I had four siblings when I was Raymond Reid. I was the fifth and youngest of five children. I didn't have a typical childhood growing up. My brothers and I were heavy marijuana users. My sisters and I didn't get along very well. What, though, can I say about my sisters? They were good; they never committed crimes; and they were dull. They didn't even consume alcohol or use cigarettes. They only dated attractive guys from their schools. But my sisters were intelligent and responsible. This was a good thing.

I was not and am not a good person. Good is boring. I wouldn't squander my life doing good and avoiding bad. Life is brief. Have fun while you're still alive! Toking up, listening to Billy Iverson, and learning how to play guitar with my friends were some of my hobbies back then. Life was wonderful. I was chill. We were all chill. I recall watching TV in the basement of my friend Craig's house while stoned. TV was great! Back then, the movies, TV shows, and music were fantastic. It was an exciting time to be alive. It was also an ideal time to commit petty crimes.

Back when I was Raymond, my friends and I used to shoplift from malls and convenience stores. We would only get what we could. While our older friend, Allison, flirted with the female cashier, we secretly stole bags of chips, drinks, sweets, chocolates, gum, cigarettes, and alcoholic beverages. Allison was well-liked by the ladies in the area. He was 16, but he looked 21. Allison's mature appearance was the reason we could get away with our misdeeds. At thirteen, I was the gang's youngest member. We had other members, including Robert, who was fourteen years old. Carlo and Matt were both fifteen years old; Craig, like Allison, was sixteen.

In addition to shoplifting, we vandalized the streets and vehicles, pickpocketed, jaywalked, stalked people in their homes, and engaged in underage drinking and smoking. Most of the time, we were not caught. When we were caught, we had to pay fines or go to juvenile jail. We were all in and out of juvenile incarceration at different times.

If I were Jacob Dawson, I would be a different person. I would be more adventurous. I would do more interesting and thrilling activities.

I was now thirteen years old. I was a freshman in high school. I was studying at Green Meadows Academy in Etherealis City, where I currently reside. My parents wanted me to be educated and to complete my studies, even though I didn't need to because we were wealthy. It makes sense, though. It would be strange for parents to be satisfied with a dumb, ignorant child. Of course, it’s just natural for parents to want a child or children they can be proud of. My parents were not proud of me in my previous life as Raymond because of the idiotic things I did. I totally understood them.

In my second life as Jacob, I'd do things a little differently. In my prior life, I was a truant who frequently skipped classes. Now that I'm in my second life, I’d like to take my studies seriously. Who knows? Maybe studying is enjoyable, and I simply didn't realize it because I took it for granted before.

As I walked towards the school's entrance, a large, dark smoke arose. Satan appeared in front of me. I was surprised.

"What brings you here, my Dark Lord?" I asked, my voice touched with excitement. I was eager to serve as the enormous and crimson figure of the Devil emerged in front of me.

"I simply wanted to let you know that I require you to offer human blood and a heart to me as much as possible at night while you are living as a werewolf," Satan pronounced, his voice spine-tingling and supernatural. "It doesn’t have to be every night. Just do it when you have the opportunity. Please take your time.”

A chubby boy was hanging out with his male friends. He was looking at me with a baffled expression. His forehead wrinkled. He probably thought I was crazy. "Who are you talking to, freak?" He asked me angrily.

"Nobody," I replied, shaking my head and trying to remain calm. Later on, I would decide whether or not I would offer the blood of the overweight boy. To avoid suspicion, I would limit my victims as much as possible. It's too early for my lifetime mission anyway. Lucifer advised me to take my time, which I did.

The plump boy flung a stone at me, which I easily avoided. He was irritated. He kept walking with his companions.

I walked into the school. Every girl in the school courtyard was staring at me. I didn’t understand why they were doing it. But then later on, I heard some of them whispering to each other.

"Who’s that?" A white girl with a crown braid bun asked a dark girl with black kinky hair. Her voice was tinged with curiosity.

"I'm not sure," the dark girl answered. She bit her lip. "He is handsome, though."

"He is, indeed!" The white girl enthusiastically responded.

"Oh, my gosh, don't you know? A tall girl with black hair arranged in a high ponytail exclaimed. She brightened with recognition. "That's Jacob Dawson. He is the son of Elaine and Aaron Dawson."

"Wow!" gasped her companions. Their voices mingled with surprise and admiration.

"No wonder he looks familiar," stated the girl with the crown braid bun.

"He's so dreamy," the black girl enthused, sighing yearningly.

I was feeling smug as I beamed from ear to ear. I think I would enjoy school.

It was the first day of class, so there were no lessons. Miss Elora Daniels, our adviser and homeroom teacher, suggested that we introduce ourselves to one another. That was such a simple thing to do. I used to do it in my past life as Raymond Reid when I was younger.

"Good morning, Miss Daniels and students. I'm R-, er, Jacob Dawson. I love drawing, reading, singing, and making new friends," I said.

"Wow, Jacob, that's absolutely the sweetest thing. I'm sure you'll have no problem making friends," Miss Daniels remarked.

That's for certain, Miss Daniels. My female classmates were ogling at me. They wanted to be more than friends with me. However, to be honest, considering my real activities, I prefer male friends.

Miss Daniels was tall and slim with straight, shoulder-length brown hair. Her nails were red and lengthy. She was dressed in a green uniform. She appeared respectable, bright, and tidy. She added, "You can draw, read, and sing with your friends."

Then she asked me, "Are you related to Elaine and Aaron Dawson?"

"Yes, ma’am," I answered politely, "I am their son."

"Oh, wow!" exclaimed Miss Daniels. "I admire your mother. I've read all of her books. Your father is a great vocalist. To be honest, I'm not a big lover of rock and roll like your father. I like pop and ballads."

"That's fine, ma'am," I said nicely. She was perfectly entitled to listen to any music she pleased. I sat down.

“What a show-off!" someone yelled.

"What is it, Douglas?" Miss Daniels demanded the student, despite the fact that we had heard him accurately. Douglas, it turns out, was the chubby boy who called me a freak earlier when I was heading into school. He wore thick, black-rimmed spectacles and had black, clean-cut hair.

"Nothing, ma'am," Douglas answered arrogantly.

Miss Daniels defended me against my first bully, saying, "It's not his fault that he has famous parents."

I felt like I would be Douglas’ target again. But I was not worried. I am stronger than him. I could always bite his head off as soon as the moon rose. Perhaps his blood would be my first sacrifice to the Dark Lord. However, this may raise suspicion. Or not, since who in their right mind would believe that a skinny boy like me could murder a boy bigger than me? In any case, I needed to be more patient.

"Since you are so talkative, Douglas, why don’t you introduce yourself to us?" The teacher suggested.

Douglas dropped his head in shame. "Now, stand up and start talking," the teacher encouraged.

Douglas stood up and promptly announced, "I am Douglas Howard."

"More like Douglas the Coward!" Someone in the class joked.

Some people laughed at the joke. Douglas' face was flushed with rage.

"Quiet, class! It is not acceptable to make fun of someone's name or family name," the teacher reprimanded.

"Ben, apologize to Douglas."

Ben apologized to Douglas.

"Go on, Douglas, tell us more," the teacher urged softly.

"I enjoy watching TV, reading comics from daily newspapers, and reading joke books.

"Douglas, how old are you?" Our homeroom instructor asked.

Douglas responded, "I am twelve, Miss Daniels."

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?" Our wonderful teacher inquired.

"None, ma'am," Douglas replied, looking down at his desk.

"Douglas, you may now take a seat," the teacher recommended. Douglas obeyed.

A group of boys from my class approached me and sat with me at lunch.

"Be patient with Douglas," Alfonso said. He was a lanky redhead. He wore his spiked hair up. "He is a loser who refuses to acknowledge it."

"How is he a loser?" I asked Alfonso out of curiosity.

"He's poor," Alfonso answered. "His father is a bus driver, and his mother is a prostitute," Alfonso explained as he ate chicken curry with rice.

Oh, I feel bad for him now," I stated.

If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

Don't feel sorry for him," Harry chimed in. He had fair skin, a thin build, medium height, and crew-cut hair. "He bullies everyone." Harry was eating dried beef, sunny side up eggs, and rice.

"I'm not sure why he has the confidence to bully anyone," Bryan interjected. He had a robust build, short blonde hair trimmed in a curtain haircut, and blue eyes. Bryan was eating chicken nuggets and rice with gravy. He continued: "Just look at him! He is fat and ugly!"

"He couldn't even study here without her prostitute mother," Stephen explained. "I mean, come on! His bus driver father cannot afford such a high tuition fee. He isn't bright, so he can't be a scholar. So we suspect it was her hooker mother who paid the tuition." Stephen had dark eyeliner all over his eyes and had shoulder-length dark hair with bangs that covered half of his face. He was eating spaghetti. He later drank a wine-colored sports drink.

"How did you know his mother is a hooker?" I asked the boys.

"Well, Douglas has been bragging that his mother is working overseas, which is why he is chauffeured in a nice car. It isn't even an expensive car, just a regular one," Stephen whispered, "but once, my good-for-nothing uncle, the only one on my father's side who isn't prosperous, watched his mother walk through the red district area. So Douglas was lying about his mother's job!"

"What does your uncle do?" I politely asked Stephen. He sipped his drink quickly.

"He's unemployed," Stephen honestly replied.

Uh-uh. I wasn't sure who I would judge more harshly. Douglas or Stephen. But, hey, at least Stephen was nice to me.

"Anyway, enough chatting about Douglas. He's a nobody anyway," Cody added. He was pale-skinned, had brown eyes, and, just like most of us, was skinny. He wore his hair short and had a side fringe. On the left side of his neck, he had a dragon tattoo. He had a mole on the left side of his lips. "Tell us about yourself, Jacob," he suggested. He was munching on a dark chocolate cookie and drinking a medium-sized cup of hot white chocolate coffee.

"I'm afraid there's not much to say about me," I said, smiling.

"How does it feel to have renowned and wealthy parents?" Cody asked. My friends were all waiting for me to say something.

"To be honest, it's wonderful. I live in this enormous and gorgeous mansion, and we have maids who perform all the tedious domestic chores and serve us," I replied.

Cody sighed and rolled his eyes. "Of course, we already knew that! Tell us something we don't know!" He almost yelled.

"We take a lot of tours. My mother has book tours, and my father has concert tours. We go to several fascinating destinations and immerse ourselves in other cultures. All across the world, we eat and drink delectable meals and beverages. I enjoy hearing my mother speak about her book, and many of her fans ask for her to sign their books. My dad's rock concerts are fun, and his fans are crazy about him. His female fans beg him to autograph their boobs, and he signs them. My mother despises it, but she simply disregards them because it is part of his rockstar job."

"Did your parents fight about it? The boob signing thing?" Stephen asked.

"They used to fight about it, but they don’t anymore. They’re used to that sort of thing," I answered. I shrugged.

I was eating roasted chicken with white rice and vegetables on the side. I sipped a glass of iced tea after finishing my meal. I was staring at my new friends while eating my lunch. I wondered if they were secretly interested in dark magic. Although few confess it, most individuals secretly wish to practice witchcraft, particularly black magic. Not only out of curiosity but out of rage. We are all human beings with unpleasant emotions. Whether we admit it or not, many of us harbor grudges. Most of us have adversaries. And, if we're being honest, we want to make our enemies suffer. I feel that black magic might be useful when we want to make our enemies suffer.

Wiccans follow the Threefold Law. Whatever you give to the universe or wish for someone, it can come back to you three times. That is true. That is why most Wiccans exclusively practice white magic and shun black magic. They are frightened that if they curse someone, the universe will curse them as well. It's the reason they don't engage in evil magic. They feel there is a cost to be paid. There is, of course! We must expect awful things to happen when we do evil things. But that doesn't imply you're cursed forever.

In life, good and bad things happen. That's the way it is. Whether you are a believer in "love and light" or an evil witch or occultist, problems will come your way. So why not take chances to achieve your goals? If you can't handle difficulties, I'm afraid magic, whether white or black, isn't for you. It is not for the faint of heart.

I'm curious what angers these boys. I must explain why I prefer to make friends with boys rather than girls. Boys are often risk-takers and daredevils. We don't mind breaking the rules now and then. Girls, on the other hand, like to play it safe and stay out of trouble. Most of them, but not all. They like to stick to the rules. I don't mind having a girl or two in my group. However, based on my observations, they are more inclined to fall in love with me. Girls are usually addicted to bad boys like me in the expectation that they will alter them for the better. I don’t want to change for the better. I don’t want to mend my ways. I like the way I am.

If I could only figure out who my friends' enemies are, I might be able to enlist them in my secret coven. I'm thinking about starting a dark fantasy board game with them. You know, to try to ease them into this dark path of life.

"Are you busy after school?" I asked my new friends. They claimed to be unoccupied. They asked me why. I informed them that I was planning a movie night at my house. We could watch a movie or two or three from my extensive collection. My new friends were ecstatic. They agreed right away. I wanted to get to know my new friends better.

"A movie night with the son of a famous couple is a good idea!" Stephen exclaimed ecstatically. "Our parents will be excited!"

They will insist on taking a lot of selfies with you and the house!" Alfonso stated, "Are your parents going to be home? "

"Sorry, they won’t be home. They are on vacation in the Maldives," I informed my friends.

"What an exciting life you and your parents must have!" Bryan remarked.

We exited the cafeteria and went to the library.

"Why are we at the library?" Alfonso asked me. "We haven’t even started any lessons yet."

"Are you excited to study?" Bryan asked me.

"No, I simply want to look through the books," I replied.

"What kind of books are you looking for?" Cody asked.

"Dark books," I stated.

"Do you like gothic novels?" Stephen said. "To be honest, I'm a sucker for anything gothic or dark. I'm a spooky person." He smiled at me.

"Something along those lines," I said. To be honest, I was looking for literature on witchcraft and magic. But, as I already stated, I'm attempting to slowly ease my friends towards the dark path. I didn't want them to be afraid of me or think I was strange already.

"Okay, which author do you prefer?" Stephen asked me. "Love Taft or Edgar Alexander Crowe?

"Definitely Crowe!" I answered.

"Why?" Stephen asked me.

"Well, his stories are scarier and also easier to understand. Taft’s writing is too Old English for me," I told him truthfully.

"All right, nerds," Bryan interjected. "Since we're not big readers, we'll just head to the courtyard. We're going to leave you two here.”

"Actually, I'm going to the courtyard as well," Stephen said. "I'll speak with Kristina."

"Are you an item or something?" Bryan asked.

"Not yet," Stephen said, "but I'll try my luck and see if I have a chance with her." He winked.

Bryan answered, "Good luck."

Thank you," Stephen said. "Will you be okay here, Jacob? Do you mind being alone?”

"I'll be okay," I said. "You go have some fun, boys!"

While looking for any books about black magic, I suddenly found one. I took it, and then I put it on a table. I sat down and began reading the book.

As I was reading, a familiar voice interrupted me. "Oh, Jacob," she said. "You are reading a book now. You’re so studious." I looked up. It was Miss Daniels.

"This is nothing, Miss Daniels," I answered.

"What book are you reading?" She asked me.

"The Book of Magic by Scarlett Adair," I answered.

"Ah, so you’re interested in magic?" She asked me.

"Yes," I told her truthfully.

"You know, when I was a young girl, I dreamed of being a witch," Miss Daniels said.

"Really?" I asked. I was all ears.

"Yeah," she admitted. "I experimented with witchcraft. I tried some spells from a book."

"Did you try black magic?" I asked her. I was curious.

She shook her head. "No, I don’t mess with that sort of thing," she said. "None of the spells I tried worked. So I assumed such things are either not true or they just don’t work because I simply am not a real witch. So I stopped." She shrugged.

"Anyway, what draws you to black magic? Is someone bullying you?" she said. "Please don't tell me it's Douglas again." She was concerned about my well-being.

"No, Miss Daniels; Douglas did nothing. I'm not mad at him," I answered.

I was merely looking for an effective witchcraft book to utilize and brainstorming ways to recruit my new friends into my coven, but of course, I didn't tell her that.

"Well, if you're having trouble with somebody, if someone is giving you a hard time, or if you just want to ask for help, you can talk to me," Miss Daniels said with a smile. I reciprocated the smile.

"Thanks, Miss Daniels," I said.

She gently touched the back of my hand and then left the library. Later on, after reading a few pages, I told the librarian that I would borrow the book. She told me to return it within three days. I agreed.

I left the library and went straight into the classroom.

I went back into the classroom with my friends. Miss Daniels said she would be our teacher in Earth Science. She gave us a little introduction to the subject and her grading system. I was not a science buff, but I would try my best to get good grades in this subject. She told us that we should study hard but also have time to have fun.

"I will do everything I can to make this subject enjoyable," Miss Daniels promised us. I believed her. I noticed that when she was presenting and telling us about our subject, she used colorful and creative backgrounds and fonts, as well as some beautiful pictures on the projector through her laptop.

Her voice was extremely bright, and she made every effort to connect with us kids. We later played a racing game. Miss Daniels instructed us to divide into two groups. Each player would select a piece of paper containing a scientific word. We'd dash to the chalkboard and tape that piece of paper to it. The team that can acquire the most words in the shortest amount of time wins the game.

Miss Daniels used the following words: stars, moon, nebula, astronomy, comet, black hole, galaxy, big bang theory, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus, Pluto, planetarium, meteor, Milky Way, Talus, Aurora, Corona, dwarf planets, Eskers, Fusion, sunspot, meteor, constellation, solar flare, epicenter, erosion earthquake, and fusion. She used vibrant colors and some beautiful illustrations on each piece of paper that contained each word.

My team won. Douglas’s team lost. He was frowning. I smiled. It serves him right.

Later on, the teacher dismissed the class. We said goodbye to each other.

I took my new friends to my mansion. The family driver had driven us in an expensive and nice car. When my friends entered the car, they exclaimed their "oohs" and "aahs."

My friends told me how much they admired my car and how it had been their dream to ride in a luxurious car such as it. They thanked me because, thanks to me, they could finally ride in that car. I was touched by their words. Finally, we arrived at my mansion. My friends were amazed. My mansion was painted white and blue. It was a big house by the sea. The gate was big and gold. We had two enormous swimming pools, two movie theaters, a lovely garden, a beautiful guest room, and a magnificent patio. Three expensive cars were parked in a large garage.

We went into one of the movie theaters. We watched a horror movie. The title is Lily’s Friend. The story revolves around Lily, a young girl. Lily attends an all-girls school. She is constantly bullied because of her weight. Nobody wants to befriend or play with her at school. She has a doll that she affectionately refers to as Dolly. Dolly is an odd-looking doll and is old. Her mother purchased it from an elderly lady at a yard sale. Regardless, Lily adores the doll. She refers to the doll as her friend. One night, Lily wishes that Dolly was real. The next morning, Lily loses her doll. She sobs uncontrollably. Her mother informs her that she will get her a new doll.

But Lily screams at her mother and says, "No! Dolly is a friend of mine, and I will never have her replaced!" Lily walks out and reluctantly goes to school.

A girl her age approaches Lily and befriends her. Suddenly, Lily notices that the girl resembles her doll, Dolly. Dolly is the name of the girl who introduces herself. "Wait, are you my missing doll?" Lily asks.

"Yes, I am your missing doll," Dolly admits.

Lily hugs Dolly, grateful that her wish has finally come true. She now has a friend. Lily spends a lot of time at school hanging out and playing with Dolly.

However, even though Lily has been having a good time, Dolly has been doing evil things. Lily is bullied by a classmate. Dolly throws the bully down a cliff. The bully is killed. Lily's granny chastises her. Dolly places some building block toys on the stairwell's top step. Lily's grandmother injures herself when she accidentally steps on the toys. She then collapses downstairs. Lily's grandmother gets admitted to the hospital but eventually recovers. On the street, a cruel boy calls Lily ugly. The boy is involved in a bicycle accident and suffers a broken nose.

Lily recognizes that horrible things have been happening around her since Dolly entered her life. Lily asks Dolly if she is the cause of these horrible things happening. Dolly admits to her bad deeds. But she insists she only did such heinous things because she cares for Lily and doesn't want her to be sad. Lily scolds Dolly. She tells her to cease doing such things, or she will no longer be her friend. Dolly becomes upset. She threatens Lily with suicide if she breaks up their friendship.

One night, Lily has a nightmare. The truth about Dolly is revealed in this nightmare. Dolly was owned by an elderly lady who was a wicked witch. The elderly lady despises children. She sells toys that she curses. Dolly is a cursed doll. And when Lily wished on the shooting star for Dolly to become a real person, her desire was granted. However, Dolly is a demon disguised as a little girl. The only way to permanently get rid of Dolly is for a good witch to break the curse and return it to the sender, which is the wicked witch.

In the end, Lily and the good witch triumph against the evil witch. Dolly is no longer alive once the devil is thrown out and returns to Hell. Of course, Lily becomes melancholy after losing her only friend. But eventually, Lily finds a good human friend. Aside from Lily's Friend, we watched two other scary films. My friends and I had a great day watching movies, eating popcorn and hotdog sandwiches, and drinking milkshakes.

"Your house is so cool! It feels like we’re in a mall!" Harry exclaimed.

"True that! I feel like you are happy all the time!" Cody concluded.

I just nodded and smiled. When we finished watching the movies, my friends told me that it was getting late and that they were going home. They said it was fun to hang out with me and that we should do it more often. I was glad that my new friends had a good time with me.