Cursed Bedroom Novels & Stories

I had not sensed it when I came in, but as he said it, I began to see the deep shit I had gotten myself into. Warm, Possessive, and Him. The scent of him was potent in the room. Everything inside this room smelled like him. Shit!! I cursed my ignorant self on why I hadn't noticed earlier. The room was massive and familiar. Couldn't have been more familiar because this was the room I changed in a few hours ago. Especially in the center… Stood a majestic and enormous bed. This was no ordinary bedroom. This was a wolf’s den. I ran straight into his bedroom.

Sebastian explained, "When I was outside, I realized that the geomantic location of your villa isn't very good. There's also a thin layer of cursed energy enveloping it. "The cursed energy is strongest in your wife's bedroom! This energy has strongly affected your wife's health, and there's a gray cast on the area under her eyes. That's why you haven't had children for so many years. "Look, it's noon right now, and sunshine is coming straight into the bedroom, but it doesn't feel warm at all. It even feels kind of chilly." He asked, "Mr. Wagner, didn't you find it strange after so many years?"

“But I would love to let you know that the couch is cursed.” I paused in confusion. “Cursed as in how?” “Yeah,” he began, supporting his weight by casually leaning like a log of wood against the doorframe. “Everyone who dares sleep comfortably on it ends up magically confessing things at 2 a.m. and then, sweetly making out with their former lover late in the night and early hours of the morning in front of the fire.” I bet he was making the story up to suit the occasion. “How oddly specific could that be.”

So I had agreed to move there. What I hadn't realized at the time was that as soon as I left the villa, Jess moved right in. My home became their illicit playground. And that "strong community" he praised so highly? It turned out to be the overbearing mother next door, whose son with XYY syndrome dominated the neighborhood with his tantrums. But none of it mattered anymore. I'd counted the days. It wouldn't be long now. "Babe, there's something I need to discuss with you," James said hesitantly.

Soon they reached his room and slamming the door close after he entered in, she felt her body being thrown on a soft mattress, she instantly sat up on the bed glaring at him but soon her anger started subsiding when her eyes moved all over the room and the same anger got replaced with shock. Her blue spheres roamed over the room finding the candles placed on every corner and table, and rose petals were laid on the floor, her eyes stopped at the bed and found a bunch of rose petals smeared over it as well on which she was sitting, the headboard was also decorated with branches of green leaves and roses. The decoration looked so beautiful, magical, and every girl's dream but it didn't impress

This particular part of the house had a masculine vibe and she wondered if this part was where Marcus's bedroom is located. She began peering through each door in the corridor until she came face to face with the most beautiful room she had ever seen as she peered behind a specific large door. The bedroom had a masculine vibe in it, it was a large dimly lit room and she saw a king sized bed in the middle of the room. The curtains were closed so it was dark and she was unable to see the other parts of the room. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and Alessia trembled in fear as to who was coming in.

was scrawled on the door, the paint still glistening and running wet like blood. “F-k,” Aislen swallowed hard. It was written on the hallway walls, on the door to the master bedroom. The beautiful armoire doors were open and the toys from within scattered over the floor and bed. “Whore’s Bed” was sprayed on the wall over the bed. “Now that’s just…” She stared at the mess in dismay. “F-king hell. It’s low to f-k with someone’s sex toys.” She continued down to her bedroom and found the contents of her suitcase tossed over the floor, the clothing ripped and torn. “F-k,” she sighed. “Now I have nothing to wear.” The laundry hamper was untouched, so she carried that down the hallway with her towa

Caleb takes the stairs of the pack house two at a time, loping up on long legs toward the main bedroom. “Now that you’re not banished anymore, you can live here, with me!” He turns to me with a big smile, opening the door to his room. It’s gorgeously decorated, with a wooden four poster bed in the center, its posts carved intricately with scenes of wolves hunting together. The curtains are slate gray and the carpet is a deep blue, which is soft and plush under my feet.

He looks at me like he already owns the ending. I haven’t been inside his bedroom before, and I don’t particularly want to be going in there right now. I should have had a lot more champagne. It would be better to be unconscious for what comes next. The bedroom is obscene in its size. Vaulted ceiling, polished stone, a bed so wide it could hold an army. I can picture him thrashing around on it, surrounded by six naked women. Cashmere throws and silk sheets shimmer like an altar waiting for a sacrifice.

"I'm warning you. There's a room down the hall. Take that one. I won't let you and my dad tarnish my mom's memory. Respect yourself and refrain from entering that room." "Noted," I said and headed to the room she pointed to, hoping it was bearable. It was a little storage-turned bedroom, covered in a thick layer of dust, cobwebs, and tightly packed cardboard boxes reaching almost to the ceiling. Just what I needed. I cringed in disgust. Mariselle was out to bully me. How does she expect me to catch a decent sleep here? This place needed at least two weeks of scrubbing and cleaning. If CJ doesn't address this, I don't think staying here would be possible. My gaze landed on a showcase covered