Born To Love Cursed To Feel Novels & Stories

"Vivienne..." "I don't want to drink blood, you know," I said in a desperate voice. "but there is a part of me that wants to. The unquenchable thirst makes me feel less human. Right now, I can hear every beat of your heart; smell the intoxicating scent of your skin. The demons in me want to enslave me, I tried to suppress the urge, but it's still there like a curse!" "You don't have to fight the demons," Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them."

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Kazuma was frozen. It was like time stood still for him to process all that, but he still couldn't find it easy to believe what was special about him. He just wanted to live a normal life and die like other people, was it wrong to have given birth to him? a cursed someone? But at the second thought, he thought it wasn't that bad since he'll die and reincarnate to start anew. "Well couldn't that be called a gift?; he uttered furrowing his brows.

“But what if the language of our hearts tells a different story? What if love—however forbidden—can rewrite the rules we’ve obeyed without question?” Maverick reached for her, hesitating only a moment before his fingers brushed hers. The contact sent a quiet shock through him, grounding and terrifying all at once. “I have been bound by duty for longer than I can remember,” he said, the truth heavy on his tongue. “I was taught that loyalty meant silence, that survival meant dominance.” His grip tightened slightly. “But tonight, I wonder if our feud is not destiny—but a scar. One we were never meant to keep reopening.”

Her heart outside her body. Born in battle. Born in blood. Born in love. Perfect. Impossible. Hers.

She died on the spot. In this life, Sally decided to switch paths early and made preparations ahead of time. So she wasn't as vicious toward me as she had been before. Even then, she still failed. Because she never expected me to uncover the truth. Sally refused to accept it. "So what if you figured it out? No one can break the curse. The only person who knew how is dead. Kyla, you're still going to die by my hand in this life." I didn't say a word. I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm.

I looked at Brittney “Did you for once think about how I was going to feel about this?” God, I felt pathetic—So pathetic that it felt like I was drowning and there was no surface. No damn thing to hold on to. The cut they had created was bleeding and it was killing me. The air around me felt suffocating and it held me in a choke hold. I needed to breathe. I tried taking a deep breath but I just couldn’t. I clutched my chest, pounding it like i could force the air back in. Like I could beat the betrayal out of my ribs but my lungs wouldn’t open. My knees buckled and Marcus reached out to help me but I didn’t want help. I wanted to disappear.

“What are you talking about?” He turned to face me fully then, his eyes darker than usual, but not with anger. It was something else—something I couldn’t quite place. “I’m cursed,” he said simply. I stared at him, expecting him to laugh or smirk, but his expression remained calm. “What do you mean, cursed?” He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t feel love. Not for anyone. Not ever. It’s… part of me. A part I can’t change.”

He looked just like his mother had at that age, as if they'd been cut from the same mold. Lila's cheeks turned pink. Her voice stumbled as she said, "Dad, what do you think of him?" When I didn't answer, she grew anxious, her fingers twisting together nervously. I smiled gently, brushing her hair aside. "If you like him, go for it. Don't worry about me. Be brave and follow your heart." From rivals who couldn't stand each other, they'd somehow fallen in love. Life is unpredictable. Sometimes, fate really does work in strange ways.

Grey has left her daughter's side when she sees me through the glass and only comes back to reality when I feel a hit on my arm and a scream in my ear. "You monster! What did you do to my daughter!" She thunders as she hits my chest till her husband holds her back. "If anything happens to my daughter, I will make sure you live the rest of your life in hell. You monster!" A lugubrious smile comes on my face. I have been living in hell since the day I was bestowed this curse for being avaricious and solipsistic, and my hell increased when I first lost the only one who made me feel less hated, and now, I am going to lose the only one who has made me feel alive after so many centuries of feeling