Cupid's Curse Book Novels & Stories

Octavia found my lips again and that lukewarm sleek tongue slipped in and took its place alongside mine. I wasn't sure if I could resist not to let her take me. The feeling of leaking sensation from my heated walls made my body scream ready. Her hips bumped into me as she got between my legs. The bookshelf shook a little with our synergized force when our bodies moved feverishly. Octavia's golden eyes blazed while she was tonguing inside my startled but over-joyful mouth. We moaned at the heat of our fierce embrace. Suddenly, my eyes caught a glimpse of a golden spine of an antique-looking book. It was placed behind the other books and at the far back of the shelf. I had a strange feeling tu

“Well, that depends.” “On what?” Lucien asked. “On him.” All eyes shifted. I didn’t react. “She’s the only one who can break your curse,” Maya continued. “But only if she remembers who she was.” "Oh, so you basically you have to reawake Aria and somehow convince her to lift the curse." Lucien said “I know that.” “And if she doesn’t?” Vivian asked quietly. “It completes,” Maya said. Lucien sat up slightly now, no longer relaxed.

Theo stared at her, face twisted in loathing. “I will definitely murder that damned god if I survive this,” he muttered. Then, with every ounce of rage and reluctance in his bones, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Thus, the seal ignited. The moment Theo’s lips touched hers, ancient magic surged to life, a blinding burst of gold that erupted from Selena's chest and wrapped around them like celestial thread. Symbols older than written language danced in the air, circling their bodies in a quiet, humming storm of light. The office, for one breathless second, transformed—no longer four sterile walls and a desk, but a sanctified altar suspended between mortal and divine.

“Wait… what did you just say?” His gaze swept over us, sharp, piercing. “Centuries ago, it was foretold: our land would be cursed by the Wicked, and two boys would arrive from a distant realm. One would break the curse, the other would fight to preserve it. Mortal enemies, bound to the fate of this world.” Carter and I exchanged a glance—best friends, inseparable. Then back at the hooded figure. “That’s impossible, sir,” I said. “We’ve known each other forever. Nothing could turn us against one another. We’re not part of your prophecy.”

“Not this time. Not in this life.” The curse roared, surging outward. Damien’s scream tore from his throat as the magic lifted him into the air, suspending him above the podium. Lena reached for him And the curse struck her. Pain tore through her chest, hot and blinding. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, knees buckling, but she clawed her way upright.

The one nice thing was the moon shawn right down into my window, recharging my magic and somehow healing my mental anguish. I had borrowed a book from the library about the lineage of the Great White witch. She was everything good about witches. She was more powerful than a coven of dark witches, and she loved more fiercely than any being there ever was. There was a prophesy years ago that she, one of the Great White witches, would be mated to a werewolf. She would give birth to twins, and the firstborn would save the world. She had to complete three trials to prove she was worthy of the deep magic deep in her lineage. I loved this almost folk tale. I often pretended she was me, and when the

Ferdinand screams. "You should have thought about this before you allowed her to rebel like this!" Father Cassimir yells back and a loud slap echoes through the meadow. "It's your fault my fiancee is now in his arms, not mine!" the older man adds, full of spite. "Let's get you to your wife before you bleed to death-" his voice dims and I feel his eyes not follow me anymore.

“The additions were written at a much later date and the curse can be broken.” “What’s it about?” Ace asks just as I am about to ask. “The original curse has something to do with being fated to a cruel mate if you give your heart to another before meeting them. The addition has to do with same sex pairings and incestuous pairings and how they will bring about pain and suffering for the entire line henceforth, but the handwriting and ink does not match the original. To break the curse, you must commune with the goddess and give yourself to her will, but there are no specific instructions.”

She kissed him back just as hard, tongues sliding, teeth nipping, months of lonely nights pouring out between them. Nothing else mattered. Not the saints, not Bram yelling in the distance, not the curse still simmering under his skin. Just them. Mouths hungry, hands grasping what they could reach. The kiss broke for air, but the curse still flickered in his eyes. Not fully gone. Remi’s hands were already moving, sliding down his chest, over the fresh scratches, then lower. She tugged at the laces of his trousers with shaking fingers. “Let me help you,” she said, voice husky. “Let me take the curse away.”

There are curses of infertility, illness, mutilation, altered appearance, and many other unpleasant things. But no matter how terrible a curse may be, if it is reversible—there is a way to lift it. And the answer is as old as the world itself: a very strong positive emotion. In particular, love is the key to breaking many, many curses. So, in general, nothing surprising there. Flipping through the book until midnight, I realized that Karadeylis has precisely a curse affecting his appearance—and some ailments as well. And since he walks, lives, and functions, the curse is most likely reversible—which means it can be removed.