Ao3 Author Curse Novels & Stories

She howled, picking me up from the bench by my sore arm. “I don’t really have a choice here..” I shot back, trying to keep my tone very low. “You think you can change him? I have been here longer than anyone else and I will tell you the truth. You can’t stay here with that man!” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly pulled my hand away from hers, “why not?” I asked and she scoffed. “Jordan is cursed! There’s a beast living within him and he won’t tell you this because he wants to trap you here and drain the life out of you until you have absolutely nothing to live for!”

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I believe her face was engraved on my mind and soul in that brief moment. God damnit. She had long black bouncy hair, while I had a long black shaggy mullet with white highlights. I was suddenly motivated to dye my hair completely black. "You are aware that you cannot love another person if they are not your mate, right, Celare?" Sarreth, the little shit, asked. Sarreth's question prompted me to raise my brow. Of course, I'm well aware of that shit. My mate is irreplaceable to me; no one can ever fill them in every way, but this whole thing about this mysterious goddess gives me a fucking burst of energy.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

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I got rejected. I am the weakest omega of the Cresentvale pack. I'm not only poor, I'm also an orphan. And worst of all. I am cursed. In my lineage, women are known to be born with a mark of the full moon, this mark was known as a curse, I don't know about it but from what I've heard, no woman in my lineage who has that mark has ever lived past the age of fifty. My mother died immediately after I was born and it was assumed that the curse had been broken since she has the mark, and still died so early but then they were surprised to find the mark on my neck, only that this time it was the shape of a half moon.

As always, these stupid Curse that I have always comes when it wants. And I don’t have anything to stop it or prevented it from happening to me, as annoyed as I am, right now, there is no helping me at all. The worse thing about the curse ‘Lust Overdrive’ is that if I don’t calmed it down, the effect on my body and even my sanity will be rather bad, heck according to T.A.S I might even died from these curse if it doesn’t got handled correctly. Usually, when I am home, I can just handle it personally or get help from Hwang Hwa Young. But now that I am out here, I don’t know it these will kill me or not.

But it is not mere animal that emerges—it is will and hunger and desperate need given form that knows no human restraint. My pulse quickened as I traced the words with my fingertip. The author's handwriting grew more agitated here, ink blots and crossed-out phrases suggesting someone writing in haste or distress. He fights it, always. Believes he can maintain control through force of character, through the strength of his human heart. But the curse cares nothing for noble intentions. Under the full moon's light, he becomes what he was always meant to be—predator seeking prey, alpha calling to his mate with voices that carry across impossible distances.

Handed to her, like I was never meant to exist. She didn’t stop there. No, she conived with my best friend -- her real daughter -- and my fiance -- a perfect match -- to take my place. And even that was still not enough. She wants to take my life. I escaped by a thread—fleeing from her men like a hunted animal—and ran straight into his hands. Alessio Giordano. The monster. The beast. The Alpha they say even nightmares fear. I didn’t understand what that meant until tonight.

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