Curse Of Curves Novels & Stories

I grabbed the edge of the examination table to steady myself. “A curse?” My voice came out small. “What kind of curse?” Dr. Chen pulled up a chair, sitting so we were at eye level. “The kind designed with very specific purposes. From what I can see, this curse has three primary functions.” She tapped the screen, highlighting different areas. “First, it suppresses your wolf. Your wolf should be active, vocal, present. But the curse has bound it deep inside you, preventing it from emerging fully. That’s why you’ve never shifted, why you can’t access your wolf’s strength or instincts.”

The curse wins. Bane wins. I lose everything. Again.

"Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have." He handed me a book, his notes marked in the margin. "I think what we felt when we kissed was not just us. It was the curse. Reacting to you. And to me." I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" He guided my eyes to the passage he had underlined and read, his voice low and steady. "It says: Only the kiss of true love, the union of fated souls, creates a ripple strong enough to shatter the curse." The words blurred. A cold that had nothing to do with the window crept up my spine. I let out a sudden, incredul

Annie Matthews sighed, torn between two wildly conflicting emotions. On the one hand, she was thrilled to death that Sarah was finally going to be getting out of the house once in a while. The girl had been dealt a pretty crappy hand these past few years, and God knows, if anyone deserved a distraction, it was her. But was the owner of Dangerous Curves, that dive bar overrun with criminals and prostitutes and drug dealers, really the kind of distraction that Sarah needed? On the whole, Annie thought not.

“So I’m supposed to understand that you two teenagers activated the parallel curse.” Seth finally spoke up after listening to Gabriel for a couple of minutes. He had heard about the possibility of that but never cared to try it out. “What’s that?” They both asked at the same time. “What you just told me. Activating the highest dimension of our curse by killing someone.” Seth explained. “Oh, that is what it is called.” Gabriel said. “Well, you must not let anyone know about this. It is against the rules, werewolves should not have access to this knowledge, it may turn out very bad. I will not punish you two for this because I did not tell you earlier.” Seth said.

Now you know what that means? That was a terrible curse of any kind, to let you breed up offsprings that you will one day have to hate, devour, and slaughter for the sake of adorned beauty and genital erection amongst the males. This curse I have to find a cure to if there be any herb to help revive me back to my sweet sixteen when everywhere we're green and milk and honey. I wish to stop here but hope you do consider the circumstances I am into, that which I have not chosen to make myself made so nor have the power to prevent neither was there a cure made available yet to help us remedy this unpalatable void full of doom and dark powers.

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"

Leona snapped as she tried to push William's body away. "Admit it, you like me, right?" William insisted, leaning his face forward. Leona shook her head slightly. She didn't dare to move too much in a position like this. 'My heart ... why does it feel like this? No! You can't be charmed by this bastard, Leona! You must not be weakened by love!' thought Leona still encouraging herself. William's face drew closer. And Leona has no room to escape. Her hands were shaking, but she squeezed tightly so that her poor condition would not be noticed by William.

My spine arches as power floods through me. My senses explode and the world sharpens. I give my wolf form a shake and stretch. The feeling of raw power and strength is intoxicating. I can feel it. The pull. The invisible tether that holds me to her. And I instinctively follow it. I need to know her.

I pondered aloud, more to myself than to Cameryn. She hesitated before responding, "Curses are born out of grudges or vendettas. It could be a long-forgotten feud, revenge, or even a misunderstanding. But the fact remains that this isn't a natural disease; it's a curse but the good thing about curses is that they can be broken."