Curse Of Curves Novels & Stories

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.

"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?"

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?”

Isla felt a dizzying sense of pleasure, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. Isla closed her eyes, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her. The sensations were a symphony of delight, a crescendo of sensations that threatened to consume her. Every touch, every movement, was a masterpiece, a testament to Vincent's expertise. She arched against him, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure, her mind a whirlwind of sensations.