Curse Of Curves Novels & Stories

It wasn't like I hadn't tried telling my family about the curse. A month ago, the pack witch, Alina Lopez, told me that the curse was extremely deadly, with no way of lifting it. I would be coughing up blood and dying in a month. The first thing I did was to return home to see my family. As soon as I walked in, I saw my older brother, Kent Greene, happily holding up a beautiful new dress against Natali Fisher. "Dad, Mom, look at the dress Kent bought for me—isn't it beautiful?" Natali twirled around with the dress and looked over to Mom and Dad.

"You know, my mother used to tell me that nightshade blooms wherever love dies. I thought it was just a story until I saw that field again, blooming in winter. That's why I took you there. I needed to know if the curse followed me still." Veyra's breath hitched. "And what did you feel?" He smiled faintly. "Nothing but you. The curse faded when you touched me. It's the first time I've felt free in years." A painful knot twisted in her chest. She had no right to carry this many hearts. No right to be loved so deeply when she didn't yet know what her own was saying in return. "I wish I could promise you something," she murmured, voice low. "I wish I could tell you I know the end of this."

“Bowen’s cooking the rake venom so he could be the one who cursed your brother. We have to figure out who the other cursed wolf is. Any ideas?” Ezra shook his head. “I’m blank.” “Ezra, do you think it could be Dimitri?” “Dimitri’s likely dead, Summer. No one can survive trapped in their own wolf. What we’re dealing with is a curse.” “We have to find a cure,” I said. “Or we can find Bowen beat him senselessly until he gives me the cure and confesses to all the shit he’s been doing.” “Do all your plans involve violence?”

His hands moved with a practiced grace, tracing the curve of her hips, molding her to him as if she were made of liquid fire. Isla responded with a fervor that surprised even herself. She arched against him, her body mirroring his movements, her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. This wasn't just sex; it was a primal dance, a desperate need to connect on a level that transcended the physical. It was about surrendering to the raw, primal emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface, a release of all the pent-up longing and frustration.

Right away, Curtis gave a rare smile of his own back, returned King’s nod, turned his attention to a table in the corner that was getting a bit loud. “So, it looks like the last one of you determined single-guy types has taken himself off the market,” Tessa said to King. “First Jax and Sarah, then you and Naomi, then Dillon and Maria.” She turned to Aidan. “Then you and Gabi, then Mac and Mirrie, now Curtis and me. It’s too big of a loss to the hot man pool around this place. The women of Curves are weeping rivers, I tell you. The woman’s bathroom floor is awash with tears, to the point that you need rain boots to wade through it.”

He bends over and shuts his eyes close as the pain radiates me. What is happening? Why did this happen just when he was about to kiss me? Is something wrong with me? "It’s the curse, baby" He answers as if he just read my mind. "Rhea, It’s not Selene that’s pushing me away from you. It’s not anyone else. It’s this... this fucking curse. It's the only reason why I can’t…." “Why you can’t what?” “Why I can’t mark and claim you as mine…”

“Never again. Never again. I promise you.” “We're forever, right, babe?” “Right.” Mirrie rested her hands on his bare chest, felt his heartbeat speed up under her fingertips. “Forever – and maybe even a bit longer.” **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Mac and Mirrie’s story, and catching up with all the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters. ‘Secret Curves’ (Dangerous Curves #5), Curtis and Tessa’s story, is the next book and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

"The curse isn't from my mother. Well, it was gotten through her but it wasn't from her. A greater force made her do it. But, what force is it?" "It doesn't make too much sense," Rendall said and Helia nodded in agreement. "Yes, it doesn't. If the curse isn't from my mother, then who is it from and why did the person curse Khron and Wulfe?" ******************** "Where are they?" Alpha Janus thundered as soon as a warrior walked into his room. "We haven't found them," the warrior replied and Alpha Janus snarled at him. "What do you mean? There are so many of you searching for two were-creatures. The other is just a female and you're telling me this? Are you all warriors or losers?"

He always listens to complaints from the community, and slowly but surely fixes the poor community system. —★—★— “La maldición pasará y desaparecerá, Cura!” The spell didn't heal Axton at all. In fact it made Helena bounce against the wall until she felt pain in her back. The curse that her sister made couldn't be healed just like that. She wasn't as skilled as her sister. She didn't know how to cure Axton at this time.

Layla said softly. "Ravana's always been a cold, brutal son-of-a-b*tch," Niniane muttered, masking pain of her own with a deep swallow from her glass. "So, with Atreus out of the way, Ravana was able to continue finding the sacrifice and live through the centuries. But there was always a backdoor to Ravana's curse as it were." "Back door?" Layla asked with a raised eyebrow. "They say that every curse can be broken, it's just a matter of how. In Atreus' case, the only way he was able to wake from his cursed sleep, was to be woken by the same soul he fell in love with centuries ago."