Cure Kyun Kyun Novels & Stories

Zara’s POV “Everyone, fall back to your hostels,” Mistress Kyenna said, her voice sounding calm. “We’ll return tonight for the Awakening Programme.” She waited a moment, watching the crowd settle, then added, “We’ll start from the beginning.” The students around me exhaled with relief. Most had failed the first round, and they were happy to get another shot. They all burst into laughter as the lines broke. People relaxed, started talking again, walking back in small groups. But I couldn’t move.

Freya I lay there for a long time. Then I got up, wrapped myself in the robe, and opened the door to call for a bath, and the royal physician was already standing in the corridor with her leather folder open. "If conception fails this cycle," she said, making a note without looking at me, "your next window is the eleventh through the fourteenth. Then the ninth of the month after, and the seventh of the month after that. I will have the full year's schedule delivered to your maids."

That was not a pause I liked. “We would need to contact the Edgewood pack,” he said slowly. “Alpha Derrick’s people are the only ones who’ve developed a remedy. But the process is… unorthodox.” Unorthodox. Great. Exactly what I wanted to hear when my mate might be dying. “This is your best bet for now,” he finished, handing me the vial and a syringe. I took them carefully. “Thanks, Doc. I’ll keep you posted.” I didn’t waste time after that.

“You say that about every guy that you see.” “But this time, I mean it!” Courtney gathers her blonde hair in a ponytail in front of her locker. There are hairpins sticking out of her lips as she talks. “He was ridiculously attractive, and his butt?” she rolls her eyes and sighs dreamily. “I wish I had snapped a picture...”

The butterflies in my belly flapped happily. “Thanks for saying yes.” He whispered against my lips. I kissed him, “you know there was no way I would have said no.” “It's still expected of me to ask.” He grinned. Sighing, I placed my head on his chest, letting him rock me slowly. My life didn't have to end awfully in the end. I have been reborn to take the place of my father, and fight for the eternal freedom of my people. I am the reborn Luna Kira and I have come to live.

“You should have received a memo about the meeting by now, right? You’re a member of the council now.” “No.” His expression softens. “Peyton must have dropped a message I haven't checked. What’s it about?” “We found a cure for the moonlight," I say. “I’m not very certain about how effective it is because we only just had it tested, but it heals almost all the symptoms. The meeting will discuss dispersing the cure to all packs.” “Are you okay?” The question catches me off guard. Kaii is paying no attention to my words. Instead, he has his eyes on the band aid around my head. I give him a nod. “I’m good."

"Are you okay?" asked Mrs. Marry. "Yeah, I'm okay." Shin tried to smile so that Mrs. Marry was not suspicious of her. "Okay. I will take the best clothes from the famous and number one boutique in Switzerland that yesterday was specially ordered for you. Uw, Big Boss seems really-really love you, Miss. I'm very happy to see him." Mrs. Marry smile and hurry away. Then Mrs. Marry left, leaving a lot of questions on Shin's mind. Best clothes? of this famous and number one boutique in Switzerland? It completely disbelieved Shin. She really is treated like a queen.

Maybe in his late twenties? But who the hell wears sunglasses in rain? "Welcome to China, Doctor Lancer." He said. "I am Hui Lou Wong, director of Nurture Corps." I fought the urge to giggle like a little child and took his hand. I took my mask off since it was a little rude but he stopped me. "It's okay." He said. "Thank you, Mr. Wong." I smiled at him. He led me to his car before we took off. "Our company has been messaging excellent doctors and scientists from around the globe to help us find the cure for this disease." He said.

When she finally returned home, neither Bella nor Sunny-Mae was there. The house was dark. So quiet that she could hear her own breathing. She wanted to cook herself a bowl of noodles, but she didn't even have the energy to turn on the stove. In the end, she picked up her phone and ordered takeout. Whenever she felt down, she craved strong flavors—something intense enough to jolt her numb nerves awake. When the delivery arrived, she opened the container and pulled up a mukbang livestream on her phone, letting the voices from the screen fill the empty house.

Something gnawed at him beneath that regal composure, and I dared not make myself its target. Noble ladies fluttered nearby, laughter practiced and sharp as pins as they angled for attention. Watching them practically begging over what I did not want left a sour taste in my mouth. Still, duty demanded I play the game. I began with Kyril, if only to get him out of the way. He stood by the finger foods glaring at it all. Everything about him felt dead. His hair was like the color of straw. It fell lifeless on his head. Dull brown eyes and pale skin. “How are things, Kyril?” I asked politely, bowing.