Cure Mofurun Novels & Stories

After I was kidnapped by my Family’s enemies, I was left with severe PTSD. I couldn’t stand the noise of intense sound. On our wedding day, my husband, the Mafia Don Andre, swore before God that he would create a world of silence for me. For five years, he never wore any device that made a sound. He even ordered that no gunshots were to be heard anywhere in Sicily, losing several major deals because of it. Until my best friend Alice returned to Sicily and openly played rock music inside the estate. The terror of being kidnapped came rushing back. I crawled onto the floor, begging and apologizing over and over. Tears mixed with the blood running down my face as I kept hitting my head against

Her eyes vacant, blood oozing from her head. "We don't need you anymore, clean this mess." Arnold says to his men, then turns away. Teil is silent as he slips out of the building and into his car, undetected. He turns on his communicator, then turns on his car engine. "Loreen Murphy's status?" Hayden asks over the communicator. However, nothing prepares him for the information Teil gives him. Teil responds while taking a turn down the lonely street, "Loreen Murphy is dead." ----

"Don't you ever want that, Lumina? You're amazing. Any wolf would be lucky to have you. Don't you ever wonder if your second chance mate is just around the corner? The Moon Goddess doesn't leave people empty forever." "I'm not empty, Mira. I'm busy," Lumina replied, her gaze snapping back to the ledger. "And I don't believe in the Moon Goddess's sense of timing. I believe in clinical results and paying the rent on time. Now, please, check the sterilization tray." "I already checked it," Mira said quietly. "Then check it again." Mira didn't move. "Lumina." "Mira." "You can't just work forever." "Watch me."

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.

He was not that tall, he wore a set of boots that gave off an irking feeling. "He must be a wired one" Kazuma inferred, gazing at him with weak eyes. The doctor walked over and started doing the check-up immediately, he noticed that the wound on Kazuma's forehead was almost dried up, it might get infected if not taken care of. There was also a bone fracture on his shoulder, when the doctor told him this, he freaked out, what exactly did he hit anyways? A bon-, he wasn't sure if he wanted to say that word with his mouth. A sudden pain throbbed in his body that made him groan, louder this time.

Ella stared outside the window at the vanishing city, a city that she was seeing for the last time. ‘ The journey to Japan wasn't all that unpleasant, actually I think I enjoyed the flight with my mother-in-law ’

“It’s the curse. It happens often. I know he looks tough and powerful but beneath that facade is pure pain. He has haboured that monster for centuries. He is very powerful, and that is why the monster hasn’t taken over completely. I felt my chest tightening as i listened to Kara. He has indeed suffered and endured a lot. I feel sorry for him, but still, I want no part in all of this. “But how exactly do I cure him? I don’t have any supernatural abilities.” I asked the question that has been lingering in my mind for a long time now. “You just need to be with him, your body, blood and essence will eventually, gradually break the curse” she responded. Just? She said just like it’s an easy thing

I informed her. ‘I told you that he would be fine.’ She replied with a smug tone, as though she was scolding me for doubting her. I rolled my eyes. “Yes, yes, sorry for doubting you.” I replied sarcastically, before I became more serious. “What did you do? How did you do that? The moonfire curse has no cure, no treatment, and no witch or healer has been able to get a cure for it. How did you do it?” I asked with a furrow on my brows.

“I’ll give you one more chance. Where is the cure for the insect?” “Cure?” Kabreh grinned. Although blood continued to flow from his mouth, his grin was as wide as ever. “What cure? I don’t know of a cure. “There’s no cure for the μ-3 serum, so the Wolf King is doomed! You’d better surrender! “Haha... Arghhh—” Noir could not stand how smug Kabreh was and swung the back of the knife toward Kabreh’s arm. Although it did not sever the limb outright, the intense pain made Kabreh scream.

"You are a sick, twisted monster." My mother glared at me. The doctor frowned and recommended genetic testing, suspecting a rare disease. My mother only sneered. "Rare disease? She's mentally warped. She fakes being sick to get attention!" The noon sun blazed overhead. I huddled under the shade canopy, trembling violently, clutching my collar shut. Then my mother shoved the canopy aside and overturned it. She tore off my long coat and pushed me down onto the scorching sand. The intense UV rays seared through my skin in an instant. Huge blisters swelled up along my arms, then burst one after another. My mother stood there, revulsion all over her face. "Iris, have you no shame left at all, fak