Cursed Bath Novels & Stories

Never saw the same moon. Never crossed the same path. Years passed. The world changed. The curse waited.

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

A bath it would have to be, not like I'd been privy to one of those in a while either, unless you counted the river. Releasing my grip on the comfortable bed bar, I floated back around to a standing position, leaping off the bed and yawning my way into the bath chamber. At least I'd removed my socks and boots last night, they were probably smelling a bit fresh themselves. Luckily they were in the corner of the room, as far away from me as possible. The massive porcelain tub that sat in the middle of the bath chamber was a luxury, one that I'd grown accustomed to over the centuries. The Circe Coven, for all its attempt at propriety and wealth would never be able to afford something like this.

"We'll sleep outside, same as ever, but they got a bathhouse here, if any of you feels the need o' hot water and a lick o' soap. Celandine did not dare, even though she smelled as bad as the Seller by now, all sour and stinky. Some of the creatures living in her clothes had come all the way from Flea Bottom with her; it didn't seem right to drown them. Tarber and Hot Pie and the Bull joined the line of men headed for the tubs. Others settled down in front of the bathhouse. The rest crowded into the common room. The Seller even sent Tarber out with tankards for the three in fetters, who'd been left chained up in the back of their wago

With anticipation in his heart, he approaches the door and pushes it open. To his surprise, he finds himself in a breathtaking underwater bathroom. The room is spacious, with pearlescent walls reflecting the gentle glow of the surrounding sea. The centerpiece of the room is a magnificent bathtub, unlike any Joe has ever seen. The tub begins with a large clamshell angled downward, creating a luxurious reclining space. Its sides are built up, gradually deepening the water, and at the end of the shell, there is a well that allows for complete submersion.

Sebastian looked away and suddenly a familiar scream echoed in his head. IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER. He flinched shaking his head and gulping down. Sparing a single glance at Darren he walked back to the punching bag grabbing it with both hands. The bag was slightly ripped off, why couldn't he get that particular sentence out of his end from the night she spat on his face? Something bigger and unchangeable might happen.

The inside of the bathtub was originally curved, and it was relatively stable when one was lying still, but once a person rolls in the bathtub while hugging his legs, the person would lose his center of gravity. The butler was also curious about what was in Yahiko’s bathtub, but in the next second, Yahiko instantly fell backward, and his upper body twitched. He slipped, his body turned over, and his whole head fell into the mud. It was a foregone conclusion when Yahiko saw that his head was about to fall into the mud, and before his head fell, he subconsciously cursed, “Ahh! Baka!” His head fell directly into the mud after he cursed.

the man cursed, "she escaped. ASHLEY The worst day of my life began when I find out that the boy that took my virginity by force was my soulmate, as if that was not enough I caught him kissing my own mother, The woman that gave birth to me. My life couldn't have been any worse than it already is. I started loathing the alpha's son the day he lured a sixteen years old me into the basement of his grand father's house and have his way with me, to state a fact, he wasn't that good looking, obviously not my type, but do I have a choice? What choice do I have when a nineteen years old alpha's son had me trapped between his strong arm, maybe bitting my tongue was a choice but it's not for me, the i

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."