Born To Love Cursed To Feel Novels & Stories

Anger fills up the magma chamber But all I see is fear The flower bloomed differently. It faced the sunset instead. With blood she united us Wherever I am she will be All will be forgotten in the next life. With the blood of my beloved she cursed me The sin that bought me love The sin that taste sweet and warm She has cursed the sinner and the sin Even the sinner will curse this sin When her blood blooms lava will erupt There will be thunder and lightning Then they will be united The blood of sinners will be one again

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

His protest cut off in a strangled sound, his whole body seizing before going slack again. Fear clawed up my throat. “Raven, talk to me. Please.” His head dropped forward, his voice rough, broken. “It’s the curse.” The words sliced through me. He had told me once, in fragments, about it—the curse that bound his bloodline. The reason his love was a death sentence. Never to love without dying. I hadn’t understood then. I hadn’t wanted to. But now— “You’re saying…” My voice faltered. “Because you—because you love…”

From the penthouse windows of Blackwell Tower, I could see everything—skyscrapers clawing at the night sky, neon lights buzzing in the distance, the promise of power spread out like a map I could redraw in blood if I chose. I pressed my palm against the cool glass, watching the fog of my breath stain the reflection. The man in the glass stared back, not the woman who had once believed in love, in friendship, in loyalty. She had died on a cold living-room floor, betrayed by her husband and her best friend. All that remained was this stranger—Max Blackwell. My new skin. My new weapon.

He lets me cry and says "Cyprus killed Zoe, not you. I know it is heavy, but you don't have to carry it alone just cause you carry it so well. It is not just yours, I am here, Addie. I will help you carry everything, just as you have helped me all my life. I love you, and will love you even after I am dead, do not doubt that." "I am so sorry you feel this way, Zayd feels equally as broken, so do I, we all do. Zoe was one of us, and was taken from you, all we can do is honour her memory, which is what we'll do till we die. Also, if the Good Ancestors are saying something, you better listen, homie." He says, and burst int laughter. He has always referred to them as the Good Ancestors, and I do

Shienna returned the photos to her hand, removed the items from the suitcase, and found another photo that made her heart ache again this time. "Forgive me, baby. I'm sorry that we will never meet." Shienna hugged the photo and lay on the bed, curled up and sobbing alone, with no one to understand how broken she felt right now. She was certain that this wound would never heal, except by a miracle from God, but she didn't know what kind of miracle she would get. For now, Shienna only hopes to heal from the pain of loss without having to forget her baby, who was never born into the world.

My hands tremble and my breathing is completely unregulated, I feel that I can faint at any time, not to mention the pain I feel in my body. I collect my things in the bathroom sink and look at my reflection in the mirror. For years I thought I was a beautiful woman, my hair is afro in a strong shade of black, my skin is black and I love her so, my body was already beautiful, before the bruises and weight lost by the nights he left me without eating. One of the things I love most about me is my black coal eyes, my lips are full and I remember how much Ethan loved them.

"Oh darling. Even if you weren't looking for trouble, trouble will still find you because you are cursed." I looked up to her, my teeths itching to speak. "Oh don't fucking look at me like that. Do you think it's normal for a girl to be madly in love with her brother and want to badly have sex with him? You may think it's sexy but I am telling you now that it's only happening because you are cursed and the sooner you accept it, the better it will be for you." I could hear the mummurs in the crowd and I loathed every sound of it. It itched my body, making me to want to run to a corner and hide.