Novel & Cerita Born To Love Cursed To Feel

Helplessness—an emotion I had never allowed myself to feel—now gnawed at me from the inside out like a savage beast. Every instinct in my body screamed for one thing. Her. Aminda. The thought of her was both a balm and a wound. Her voice, touch, and power calmed the chaos inside me. But she is not here. Couldn’t be here. Not without risking more lives. We had been warned. A sacred curse, older than our bloodlines, woven by the Fates themselves: if we dared to love openly, dared to be together, those closest to us would suffer unbearable consequences. And hadn’t they already?

Toward the girl inside. “The curse began with love,” he said softly. “We will end it with order.”

His bleeding knuckles had tightened ferociously. “People like us are not allowed to love because love is weakness, and a weakness is a curse for us,” she uttered, making him trail his bloodshed eyes in her direction. “Love is a curse for us, Zace,” her words burnt his soul ruthlessly. Love was a curse. Indeed, it turned out to be the most painful curse of his life, because he had started considering the most wrong person as his life's right person. He started believing that person to be his better half, whose existence had ripped him apart.

Never saw the same moon. Never crossed the same path. Years passed. The world changed. The curse waited.

I was here to find the Moonborn, to deliver her to the BloodMoon throne and end the curse that haunted me. The dream from last night—Isabella bloodied, pleading, my father’s claws poised to strike—flashed in my mind, a warning I couldn’t shake. The curse was real, its pain a constant threat, a ticking clock counting down to my death. Falling for her was a trap, a cruel game by the universe, and I refused to play. I couldn’t love her, couldn’t bind her to a doomed man, couldn’t drag her into my world of blood and pain. Yet her scent lingered, her taste on my lips, her fire in my veins, and I was powerless against it.

But the sea doesn’t listen. It only takes. Please… please let this be a nightmare. But it wasn’t. This was real. This was how it ended. Alone. Abandoned. Hated. I was born into a cursed life. My only crime? Existing. Breathing. Daring to dream of being loved… of being chosen. Maybe I should’ve known better. Maybe I should’ve seen the signs. I was never meant to belong. Never meant to be seen. Never meant to be held and kept and protected. Only used. Feared. Then discarded like rotted meat.

“And nobody apologizes to a door frame unless they’re genuinely sorry about existing. And I hadn’t felt like anyone was genuinely sorry about existing since my mother died.” She turns to look at him. “That’s the most depressing love story I’ve ever heard.” “Is it a love story?” “I don’t know yet.” She looks back at the wall. “Ask me in six months.” “I might not have six months.” “Then ask me now.” He shifts closer. “Is it a love story?” She thinks about it. About the fact that he orchestrated their meeting. About the fact that she walked into it willingly. About the fact that knowing the truth hasn’t changed the feeling of it.

Fire was never these soft but her entry in our life surely changed his demenour. May be she would help us to get out of the curse.No their is no may be . She must surely do .Mate's love is the purest, so she need to cure me, cure our pack.As it was only the purest love which could make me free. I bend forward and grabbed her soft blonde hair in my grip. " Ahhhh, leave me, "she cried thrashing her legs in all direction.Like a fish ,taken out from water. " Stop, stop this wiggling or you would see the worst."