Born To Love Cursed To Feel Novels & Stories

"There is only one way to break the curse completely." My eyes meet hers instantly. "If his mate truly falls in love with him," she adds. I blink. Love? How was I supposed to fall in love with a man who terrified me? "The curse was born from betrayal," she explains softly. "Only genuine love can unravel it." My heart skips a beat. Suddenly everything makes horrifying sense. The obsession. The manipulation. The desperation in his eyes whenever he looks at me. He's not just trying to possess me. He's trying to survive.

“Born as a son of a concubine he will surely suffer the cause of it as I lay my plan to make him the cursed child. With a nightmare of his reality, I can easily manipulate his mind. Send him to a place where he is destined to meet her, from the bond that will connect his fate to the other and towards her, which all humans call, ‘love’.” Disgusted by the word and its very meaning it. Where his mind reaches for that word as the cursed thing God ever gifted, and he deems it as the most stupid thing from everything for making anyone weak because of it. They contradict in that aspect as Gennevier dearly treasure that emotion, as he curses it in return, yet both of them have it in a twisted way to

But all I could feel was the hollow ache of betrayal sitting cold in my chest. I sank to my knees in front of her and reached out, my hands hovering just shy of touching her. “If anything happens to you…” I swallowed hard. “Sav, if anything happens to you because of this—because of me—I’ll never survive it.” Her tears fell onto my hands. “Then love me enough to believe that nothing will.” I closed my eyes. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But deep down, I already knew. The curse had never been about bloodlines or ghosts or fate. The curse was love itself—this endless, vicious thing that always found a way to take what I loved most.

Chapter 135: A choice Damon's pov "She told me once that every curse could be broken by its opposite. The beast curse was born from years of rage and violence, as a result of the twisting bloodlines of my ancestors. rage and violence. Only something equally powerful but opposite could break it." "Love," Milo said softly, his voice almost sounding foreign in my ears. But I signed sadly, "So I thought. But I later realized it was just a lie, it was just a mother's attempt to give her cursed son hope." I moved through the water, creating little distortions, as I came up to the ground, leaving Milo who stared at me with confusion in his face.

I have to burn in anger to get my heart broken. And you know the worst part? I can’t even hate that person. I will try. I almost try to force myself to hate that person. But the love I have felt overpowers the raging fire inside. The love seeps into my dried dead soul. And then the worst I can do to that person is to do nothing at all. I can’t even curse. I can’t even wish bad. I can just smile and walk away. And how tragic it is that you have got such a good heart that you can’t do bad to people who have done so bad to you. It’s the curse you carry when you carry within a pure soul.

Power surged through him, hot and intense. Desperately he fought against it, the tendons in his neck and arms bulging. "You cannot do this!" he bellowed, clawing at his chest. Don't turn. Fight it! "It is done," she dismissed. "But do not fear there is a way to break from this curse." He barely heard her, his blood pounding in his ears. Clutching at his head he snarled, "Tell me!" "Love," she sneered. "You must learn to love and be loved in return."

So why did the world reset again? Had I been poisoned? Struck down quietly in the shadows? Or had the Moon Goddess tied my soul to Orion’s without my consent? I sank onto the edge of the bed, my hands trembling. If I was looping without dying, then this curse was worse than I thought. Much worse. I clenched the sheets in my fists. Fine. If this is some curse, some trick, I’ll figure it out. I won’t let them break me. But it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.

And once again he heard them gossiping about him. "What's him still doing there? I can't believe that he hasn't found his mate here! He's just so weak and he isn't capable of ruling this pack anymore". And once again, their murmur echoes through his ears as he felt like crying but held. He was a strong Man. He had been strong for too long now. He just hope to see the Moon goddess Once again and beg her to forgive him. She needs to unbreak and unbind the curse which the royal seer had lay on him. He needs to set him free for him to be able to find his mate and prove to everyone that he's worthy of being their Alpha.

“How the fuck is this even possible…” “Simple,” the voice echoed beside me. “You want to break a kingdom, you don’t kill the king. You make him watch his queen suffer. That’s what this curse was designed for—torture through love.” I stepped closer to the Curse. It turned. A face formed in the bark-like mass—mocking, laughing. “You think you can devour me, little wolf?” it sneered. “I am born of hate, of centuries of pain. You are just—”

Her previous life is just like a flash movie through her mind. Catherine looked at Harris with teary-eyes, that made him feel awkward. She seemed to have been calloused and lost all hope in life. She had been tortured and she drowned to the deepest, darkest hole. Reviving a life, the twenty-seven-year-old soul only wishes for once to be fully loved and held by a person's hand.