Curse Painter Mga Nobela at Kwento

" 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

But quiet, the way something goes quiet when it is confused by what it is being given, when the territory it is trained to exploit has been temporarily replaced by something it does not know how to use. Genuine remorse. The curse can use pride. It can use anger and jealousy and cruelty and the specific violence of wounded love. It cannot use genuine remorse because genuine remorse is not a weapon and the curse is a collection of weapons. I look at my son's open face in the mirror. I think about twenty-three years. I think about a grimoire and a candle and a night I have replayed ten thousand times, and I think about what it costs to love something you have broken, which is a cost I know well

His gaze skewered me from across the table, “Do you not think that’s a warning worth listening to, poison? Or do you have that little regard for your own life?” “Do you not want your curse broken?” I shot back, “Let’s be real for a second, you don’t give a fuck about my life. And I’d be willing to bet anything that this mysterious force doesn’t either. It wants me away from you three, which means it likely doesn’t want me breaking your curses. Do you know what that means, sparky, or should I spell it out for you?” When he didn’t answer, I continued, “It means this thing—whatever the hell it is—isn’t on our side.”

I muttered out loud to myself, oblivious of my humming pendant. I felt my eyes become teary and my throat dry but I couldn't stop now. This is the only chance I will ever have to pour out my heart “While others found their mates and got their wolf gifts, I felt left out and like something was wrong with me. I never got to hunt with the pack, run in the forest, or experience transformation. All I could do was watch from the sidelines as everyone else figured things out. I started to believe that I was cursed and decided to give up hope of ever connecting with my wolf, finding my mate or falling in love. The incident with my brother only reinforced my decision to give up. I thought there was n

>> The uninterested expression on the painter face infuriates the other, who continues strick the heel on the floor. " Think about it Duke Thomas Eavl , I would be waiting for your answer." The stricken sounds of heels, faded in the environment . The painter took of his thick eye glasses, reveling those pair of sad grey eyes,His messy blonde hair was tied in a bun and white tips. His hand suddenly trace on his beautiful painting of a smiling brown hair female, tears hitting the ground. " I can't, I can't wait any bit longer." The view slowly pass the squat and crying Painter, towards the beautiful view of the blue skies and birds on the air.

Atreus inhaled loudly and rubbed his eyes with his fingers for a moment before narrowing his eyes at her with a dark look that she'd never seen before. "Fine, Layla," he bit out with a sneer. "You really want to know? I'll tell you. Ravana is the one who placed a curse on me." "A curse?" Layla asked, confused. "Yes, a blood curse. He was the one who trapped me, the reason why I was stuck waiting for centuries. Unable to escape the pitless black of my tomb," he muttered. "But why?" she asked, confused. "If I tried to explain why that twisted b*stard makes the choices he does, we would be here all night. That is just who Ravana is. The demon you are currently placing your faith in."

The lady exclaimed in pain, "How could you do this to her?!" "Because Long Sheng Jie has its rules." He drew in his brows to stop his emotions from taking over. "This is the price for falling in love with a fallen angel, the price for betraying the entire of your species." He flapped his robe and pointed to the dead man in her embrace. "You've shed too many tears... for a creature like him." Letting out a smirk of pain, she blinked away the tears welling up in her swollen eyes. "So, in the end... it's my tears' curse?"

" He said, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me slightly. "Thanks," I whispered looking at the girl I was painting staring back at me, her lips were painted red with some of it dripping down her skin. The blue and white waves welled up in her eyes while some of it streamed down her face. I was only starting on her hair, and so far I had grey locks covering part of her face. "What is it that you can't do?" He asked with a smile on his face as he looked at the painting astonished. "Suck dick," I said looking up at him with a grin and he looked back down at me shocked before clearing his throat.

"Vivienne..." "I don't want to drink blood, you know," I said in a desperate voice. "but there is a part of me that wants to. The unquenchable thirst makes me feel less human. Right now, I can hear every beat of your heart; smell the intoxicating scent of your skin. The demons in me want to enslave me, I tried to suppress the urge, but it's still there like a curse!" "You don't have to fight the demons," Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them."

He wriggled his body, in a desperate attempt to shake off the curse as if it was just dust. "But I am no woman like you," she glanced at the unmoved clutch of cloth that covers the babe, "though moved by my wrath, I could never hurt the innocent that you will sire into this world. Yet, I will not look past the enormities of your doing, and so as the last of my mercy on your kin, these words will break the curse: only united hearts arise from the flames of betrayals and sins shall be freed." Waves of moon's power was delivered once more to Ganur's skin, settling in to every fibre of his being, sealing the curse completely. Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not ext