Am I Cursed By God Novels & Stories

“The bond.” He nodded. “Yeah.” I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands trembling slightly. “I tried to reject it,” I said, almost whispering. “It didn’t work.” “I know,” he said quietly. “Aiden told us.” I looked up sharply. “What did he say?” “That it’s a curse. That the goddess must be playing a game.” “And you?” I asked, holding his gaze. “What do you think, Axel?” He was quiet for a long moment. Then he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I think…” he paused, struggling with the words, “I think you don’t deserve what’s happening. And I think my brothers are too proud to see that this isn’t your fault.”

he asked, his voice laced with concern. Jessica remained silent, unable to speak through her sobs. Marcus reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Please, trust me. You can tell me anything," he said, his voice soothing. After a few minutes, Jessica took a deep breath and looked up at Marcus. "I'm cursed," she whispered. Marcus's mouth fell open in shock. "Cursed? What do you mean?" he asked. Jessica took another deep breath before continuing. "I have this curse that makes me unable to control my sexual urges. Whenever I feel horny, I lose control, and I can't stop myself," she explained, her voice trembling.

Jeez, you would think that mother nature herself was trying to do away with us after all the storms we have encountered recently. "Do you think it is interconnected with your curse?" Ivan asked, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" "The weather anomalies." Shrugging, I remained silent. Maybe this did have something to do with my curse, or maybe it was just a coincidence. Honestly, none of that really mattered anyway. All that mattered was finding the bitch that was tormenting me and making her pay. "The goddess herself could try to stop me." I began, feeling my anger rise. "I won’t stop until I’ve gotten my revenge. I’m a petty bitch like that. "

Isabella says. "Seriously, Isabella? Cannot believe that you believe in those superstitions. I don't believe that we are cursed. I believe that we have strong forefathers who would not have allowed a gypsy to curse them. Baby, seriously, I think that you are just overreacting. We will stand still. I know that we are prone to making trouble. However, I do not believe that we are cursed. I know that you have said it before, but I never wanted to tell you that I don't believe it. But now, seriously, baby, I cannot take it anymore. I don't believe we are cursed. I believe that we are blessed to have each other," I say.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

“And I am every one of those things to them. So now, I'm showing you the part of me no one outside my pack knows.” “I'm cursed.” He said it so nonchalantly that for a second I thought he was telling me he had a mole on his face. “What?” A wolf? Cursed? I'd never heard of it. Was such a thing even possible? “What does that mean? Like a witch cast a spell on you?” That was as impossible as the moon revolving backwards. “Not a witch, but by the goddess. She cursed me. We call it the Artemis Curse or the Moon Curse.”

Today is an amazing day, and I sat there explaining to Brixton everything that happened for the past few days in better detail. "You know, babe, I'm really happy that you're getting closer to God. I know that it doesn't sound possible, but I know that you'll get through this." "I know, babe. I don't know why I'm blessed with people like you who are there to support me. Though I’m not yet as keen on calling the almighty as often as you guys do, at this point in my life, I’m willing to try anything and everything to get this stupid curse over with.”

And of course, while consuming blood, I have to remove the necklace from my neck because every time I wear the necklace, I look like a complete human being. "Well, shit. All I can say is, I'm thankful I can finally rest my fucking brain from studying the shit of everything." I sigh ejaculation. Sarreth suddenly threw me a black and yellow drink. "What the fuck is this chuckie thing?" I wondered. Sarreth slapped her forehead unconsciously. "Stop cussing the fuck down already, Celare. Are you going to talk to that mysterious goddess of yours like that?" Sarreth asked me a serious question.

I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.

"So, now that I've released you, why then are you here?" "Because I'm stuck with you." "Stuck... with me?" She pointed to herself as her eyes widened a bit. He nodded again, "More like we're both cursed to be stuck together." He explained plainly. "Cu- Cursed?!" Her eyes were wide as saucers now. "Yes, cursed." He kept on answering her calmly. "But... but how?" How is she cursed with this... demon man?