Cupid's Curse Book Novels & Stories

I solidify myself ready to die for I have nothing left to live for. With each transformation you will only feel pain, never to know the love I have lost The treasure of your womb you will never know, the love you seek just out of reach Lastly I see the color green join my swarm of rage making it look like a haunting rainbow. I bind my sister Diqui to me spell. "No, not this way" she begs. As they all see my resolve through our bind they ready themselves for my final gift of fate. "We are here until the end dear sister. We sense your wish" they say to me. With their final blessing I chant the last line of curse and hurl it at the girl.

Yorin was an ordinary person who was chosen to accompany Yondaime, and Yondaime was a human who was cursed by Yorin's father to be a vampire. Life is now in the hands of darkness, even though they are both different but they still love each other and complete the shortcomings of their lives. True love that will never be separated forever. The book opens beautifully, Book of death. The book of death that unites Yondaime and Yorin's love. The book was then written by the two of them continuing their life story. Everyone who witnessed the curse died one by one. The curse left the world in darkness and vampires. But because their queen was a human, then the vampires went away from the city into

"Luxuria, if you ever need someone to talk to or just... a friend, I'm here. Don’t hesitate to reach out." I managed a nod, though my thoughts were still tangled in the pages of the book. "Thank you, Zendaya." She smiled warmly and stepped out, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The silence that followed was almost a relief. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. Turning back to the table, I pulled out the book and hastily opened the pages. "Should the symptoms persist, it is said that the curse might—" I eagerly flipped to the next page and, to my greatest dismay... It was gone.

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“Well, I want the fastest way to cut her off his life. She doesn’t deserve Cupid. Moreover, Cupid shouldn’t be able to love anyone. It’s his punishment, and he must carry his punishment until the end of his life.” I frowned. Cyrus sounds so...cold—like a completely different person. Where’s the guy that used to joke around and would always be willing to help us? “What should I do with his secretary, boss?” Titus asked. “Just kill her,” Cyrus mercilessly said. “But wouldn’t that eventually happen once Cupid marks his secretary? Isn’t that the curse? For her to die after Cupid marks her?” Cyrus shook his head. “How many times do I have to explain it to you? The curse doesn’t actually exist, yo

He finishes with a smirk and there comes that feeling again that makes tears burn in my eyes and cause terror in my heart. “You're lying; Vance promises he won't hurt me.” My lips quiver as I say those words loudly, and I don't even even believe them. He sneers. “Think about it, princess; your fate is to one day kill him. Now, Vance has tasted immortality and wealth, he has tasted power and authority; do you think he's going to let some girl get in the way of that? Trust me, Vance can get any girl that he wants.” He sighs and turns his back to me. “During the first century of being cursed, we weren't sure who was going to become our doom, so Damien and I got rid of our mates; however, Vance

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.