Curse Of Curves Novels & Stories

You are qualified as a Primordial Evil, an enemy of all life and death, a being of aberrant proportions that has set the Galaxy into a crisis! Special Effect: Instill automatic fear in all beings who are not your direct subordinates or are qualified as allies or family. Your Stat Growth and cultivation speed are hastened by 200%. "I see- Eh? Wait, it comes with benefits?" What?! How could it be possible for a Curse to include benefits! Chaos was perplexed. It seemed that… something was wrong with this Curse. Did… Was the curse badly done? Or… maybe something else happened? Or being so evil makes you grow stronger faster? It was truly a mystery!

Bouncing at Curves meant that Curtis was among the first people to step forward when trouble started – and trouble started there often. While everyone else ran from the violent assholes with the guns and knives and pool cues, Curtis walked right on up to them, and he always came out on top. He was fast, and strong, and merciless, especially when one of the female staff or customers had been touched or roughed up. He was an expert and fearless fighter, and in eighteen months of working with him at Curves, Tessa had never seen him tender.

Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next. "He chose to kill himself," sister Clarity said. "What if the guy can't die? What if he will never die?" Ken asked with a stern voice. "What do you mean Mr Hendrix?" Sister Clarity's brows crossed. "I mean what if that was cursed of Lucifer to him? What If he was cursed to live forever so that he'll suffer forever, watching the woman he loves die repeatedly." My brows crossed. I heard a pinch of pain in his voice or maybe I was just delusional. Plus his idea made me more confused and curious about the two angel's love stories.

" Controlled...or blinded by the jealousy. Even if you were controlled you knew what were you doing. You could have easily stopped as you know ,the cursed fire is not yet strong. But you were burning in the fire called revenge, you wanted to punish her who dared to leave you .You did what you wanted ,by pouring all your frustration. You could have even easily found out of her being poisoned if you were not too blinded. You are fucking the alpha with all the might. I was blocked by the curse but you were not. You are the one who is responsible for all the damn thing. If you agree or not doesn't matter. It's you who is the reason of her condition .You whose curse is killing her .Only and onl

Lucifer began her tale. Rogue paid attention to her, even stopping his chewing to listen closer and gain more information about this. “ However Chronos proved to be stronger than Escliffe and he banished him from heaven giving him a curse. Chronosis curse, the curse allows each of us to be able to tell what the other is feeling, tell if one of us is in danger. But the downside is that if one of us gets hurt our strength get reduced” She uttered once more.

As always, these stupid Curse that I have always comes when it wants. And I don’t have anything to stop it or prevented it from happening to me, as annoyed as I am, right now, there is no helping me at all. The worse thing about the curse ‘Lust Overdrive’ is that if I don’t calmed it down, the effect on my body and even my sanity will be rather bad, heck according to T.A.S I might even died from these curse if it doesn’t got handled correctly. Usually, when I am home, I can just handle it personally or get help from Hwang Hwa Young. But now that I am out here, I don’t know it these will kill me or not.

"We have less than a year. All of us. Unless the curse is broken." The words land like physical blows. A mug slips from someone's fingers, shattering on the deck. A woman near the back gasps, hand flying to her mouth. Two men exchange glances of naked fear. The celebration that had filled the air just moments ago evaporates, leaving behind something thin and brittle. "That can't be right," a voice calls out. "We've lived with this curse for generations." "Read it yourself," Gabriel says, his voice gaining an edge. "The curse has stages. We've been in the first stage – the inability to bond properly with mates. This is the second stage. The final stage."

They snapped back on, and his mischievous, playful smirk was once again in place. “Curses have to be bound to something in order to take root. It can be a naturally reoccurring event. A lunar eclipse, meteor shower, or it can even be a bloodline. We don’t know how or why, but the curse has been bound using your family’s bloodline.” Resting his elbows on the countertop, he skewered me with his gaze until I squirmed. “The night those curses were placed on us, the Moon Goddess, Lunette, was abducted. We have consulted every oracle, and even the goddess of wisdom herself for answers. Each and every one points towards breaking the curse. Not only that, dear Blakely, but we have reason to believe

“What’s true?” I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling my pulse race, my body shuddering with something more than just recovery. The answer burned on my tongue. “The curse,” I whispered. He tilted his head, his brows knitting. “What about the curse?” I turned my gaze to him slowly, savoring the moment, the revelation. “It’s working. Don’t you see it? When I cursed Alpha Williams, I didn’t just weaken him. The rot curse doesn’t only drain—it transfers. I saw it and never believed it would work but it does.”

"And deeply disturbed." "Oh, absolutely. Moira was a few spells short of a grimoire." Silas took a sip of wine. "But here's the thing about curses they always have a loophole. A way to break them, built into the fabric of the magic. The Veyraths have spent centuries trying to find it." "And?" "And I think I have." He set down his glass. "The curse feeds on death. On the grief and guilt of the heir watching his mate die. But what if the mate doesn't die? What if she survives, gives birth, and breaks the cycle?"