Cursed Bean Images Novels & Stories

Zelda. Brenda's hands tightened on my shoulders. "Remember what I said? It ends here," she hissed. I swallowed hard and fretfully turned back to look behind me, I wanted to push her off me but I also knew that any wrong move from me would make the situation worse. Suddenly, A car screeched loudly to a halt nearby, distracting Brenda momentarily. As she turned, a stranger emerged—a man with blazing golden eyes. My gazes locked on his, and a surge of energy coursed through me. Strength I'd never known surged through my limbs.

She picked up the pillow that was on the bed and removed the pillowcase. Alyssa immediately approached the black cabinet. She opened it, and again she saw the scary statue of satan. She heard seemingly angry growls inside that cabinet. In Jesus' name! She tried to calm herself even though she was afraid of the statue. She picked up the small boxes where the artist’s paintbrushes, were hidden. Lastly, she picked up the small box with the indicated 2019. She put the boxes on the pillowcase she had removed from the pillow. She also took the black statue of satan. She held the pillowcase tightly.

“You can have all of them if you wish, Mr billionaire,” Laura Emerson commented, “you are disgusting, Kenny. You know very well Luke is not into these kinds of.....” she was abruptly interrupted by Kenny, "Don’t worry, I have treats for you too, look behind you," Laura was reluctant to look, but out of curiosity, he took a sneak peek and notice two muscular men scantily dressed with oily, shiny skin. Laura diverted her gaze sharply and uttered “eeww,” under her breath.

It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.

For all she knew, she could see them sparkling—literally glimmering as if someone had sprinkled fairy dust over the petals for effect. And the fruits. Oh god, the fruits. A silver bowl overflowing with opulence sat among the blooms. Plump strawberries, golden kiwis sliced with surgical precision, red grapes that shimmered like polished rubies. An apple so glossy she could probably see her reflection. Every piece of fruit looked unreal, like it had been photoshopped into existence. Selena blinked. Then blinked again, because surely this was a hallucination. She slowly turned back to Theo—who now seemed even more exhausted, if that was possible—and then looked back at the divine altar of produ

“Why? Does it reek of chemicals?” “No, it’s quite fragrant. It calmed me down instantly.” I spread a paper towel on the table. I hated that I was worrying this much. But I also hated that my anxieties were gradually becoming reality. I let a few drops of water drip onto the towel. The droplets spread out, forming the shape of a light blue Datura flower. “Motherfucker. Iron Claws. Damn them,” Ray cursed. I knew Iron Claws were bastards, but they were playing a truly foul game. Or perhaps we were just fools for not knowing how to defend ourselves. We believed that by striking early, they wouldn't be able to prepare.

Opening it revealed not pages of text, but hidden compartments, each holding documents far older than Cassian. Lucien drew out a single folded parchment. The ink had faded, but the memory it carried had not. On it was an old picture, a young girl with black hair, soulless eyes. Cassian looked almost identical to her. A trait he had grown to despise over the years. ‘Weak.’ He said as he sneered at the picture. He slipped the parchment back into its hiding place, closing the compartment with care. ****

Those years of waiting for his arrival never seem to end. It’s been five years now. The alpha is yet to be found, neither could Imogen find a way to lift the curse nor did she forget how Braylon was swallowed by a dark shadow right in front of her eyes. She is yet to discover what that shadow was. And she will stop at nothing to look for a way to lift the curse. ***

From a pouch, I pour a few small beans into my hand, holding them out. He stares. “What the fuck are those?” “Beans,” I say, deadpan. “Magical beans. Stupid magical beans.” His brows knit, and I push on. “They soaked up too many potions, so they reek of power. My grandma thought it’d be funny to send me out with them. So there, mystery solved. Happy?” For a heartbeat, silence stretches. Then, slowly, that infuriating grin returns. “Beans,” he echoes, voice rich with doubt. “That’s your story?”