Blessed-cursed #enhypen Novels & Stories

es It's so crazy right now Most incredibly, it's ya girl, B It's ya boy, young You ready? Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no I knew the lyrics right away; it was the famous hit of Beyoncé but I couldn’t remember the name of it. Yeah, history in the making

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

and smashed his lips against hers. . . . . From hating someone from their hearts, their love was even grander than they could imagine that the hatred vanished in front of it. Sometimes saying ‘I love you actually didn’t seem enough to tell how much they loved each other. But maybe their eyes could speak a language of their own. His life was no longer his, and she couldn’t live a life without him. They were too good for each other but very bad for everyone else. But despite 100 problems all they needed was just that one reason to be with each other. This bliss was inevitable. The truth they couldn’t run away from. Maybe they even hated each other just to fall in love with each other….cause

I look down at her and the look of pure exhaustion on her face. “I promise I will make sure you and our whole pack is safe. Je Vous Aime..” One last kiss to her forehead to hold me over til she is in my arms again. I know she doesn’t know what I said to her in french. But with how the mate bond intensifies the feelings you have for someone. The other half of your soul. I just couldn’t help it. I can hear her sniffle and the faintest whisper leaves her lips, almost as if she didn’t speak at all. Almost as if the words she says are only for me to hear...

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

ADDITIONAL STATS: SELF ABILITY: Sensitivity (Passive) ENDURANCE: 10 After seeing her new stats again, K Whatever frowned, "Why's my luck added more negative to it? Shouldn't it suppose to go up?" "Your added luck was from the gifted ability you earned from the last mission and even I can't change it." V smiled awkwardly. "And why it says curse, I thought I would get random ability at the mission?" K Whatever the bit her lip, "Don't tell me, Dahlia only have that kind of ability?!" V nodded, "Apparently so, hence that is what you have." K Whatever facepalm, "Wait wait, so every mission world, the world will hate me temporary every year at exactly June 24?!"

My enhanced senses picked up every detail I wished I could ignore… the salt of sweat, the musk of sex, the copper tang of blood from claiming bites, and underneath it all, that strange purple-tinted power that made my nose itch. "Awakened what, exactly?" I asked, genuinely confused. "His birthright," Damon answered, and I heard the rustle of fabric as he dressed. "He's Moonblessed." I spun around, forgetting my promise to give them privacy. Thankfully, Damon had already pulled on his pants. "That is impossible, The Moonblessed are myths. Stories we tell pups." "So are curses that turn alphas into beasts," Milo pointed out quietly, pulling his shirt over his head. The movement was casual, but

HIS CURSE; HER BLESSING (Isla’s POV) Ethan looked at me like I had just shattered his entire world. He grabbed the wheelchair's armrest tightly. His jaw clenched so hard that I thought he was going into a convulsion. But it was his eyes—sharp, calculating, filled with something unknown—that sent a shiver down my spine. "What did you just say?" he repeated, his voice a little steady now. I held my ground, meeting his sharp gaze. "I said I can help you walk again."

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.