Cursed Bedroom Novels & Stories

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

What did I care where they went? While washing my hands in the restroom, muffled cries in a stall behind me drew my attention. I almost ignored them, but the cries were consistent, and I couldn’t help but listen. Then I heard Vivian’s voice accompany the cries, so I moved closer to the door. “I can’t have a cursed wolf for a mate mother,” Vivian cried. A cursed wolf? What did she mean by that? Who was cursed? Was that why she had stayed at the back of the line for the crystal ball and why she disappeared later on?

The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, followed by the rustle of fabric and the soft clatter of a fallen ink bottle. And then— “Well.” Said a voice from the doorway dripping with disgust. “ this explains why corruption still thrives in the council.” They froze. Caleb stood, framed in the open doorway, his prison shackle removed, a guard trailing certainly behind him. His smirk was sharp enough to cut through glass. “Just how low will you continue you continue to stoop, Marisa?” He asked. Boris stumbled back, his face pale. Marisa’s cloak was clutched tightly around her again, her face burning with shock and fury.

I opened my window like a desperate Juliet. "Everything's ready?" I whispered to them from above. "All set," Alyssa replied, pointing her thumb toward the car. "Good," I said, but as much as I thought I was ready to go- as much as I thought I had prepared for the odds-I hadn't thought of how I could get down from my bedroom window. "Ohmigosh!" I exclaimed. "I need a ladder!" Cammie and Alyssa groaned. "Viv, you don't need a ladder!" Cammie said. "You're a vampire!"

"My Prince, you are awake.. What happened, I heard a loud thud and I rushed in to see you sprawled on the floor.. Are you okay?" I stated at him and back at myself... I am cursed but I am different.. I have been cursed since I was an infant and my cure is a Sheba but I am different now because she is my cure and she has healed me. Sarafina. "I think I have my memories back, Khan" * * *

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

“Well, well, Matt, you shouldn’t have.” I walked up behind him, curious, and peered in. There was a cross on one side of the room, a leather-covered bed with sturdy-looking rings in the headboard, and the four posters of the bed. There was a bathroom attached to the room and a closet as well as a wall of fetish implements. Felix walked in, looking around and checking the drawers. “A… dungeon?” I asked. Emoni looked distinctly uncomfortable as she remained on the outside of the room.

"Now, about the garden. It's quite... secluded. Surrounded by a veritable fortress of ancient oaks. You could sunbathe in the nude if you wanted, and the only ones who'd catch a glimpse would be passing helicopters." I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Oh for fuck's sake..." Sebastian, the bastard, actually looked intrigued. "That does sound rather... freeing," he mused. I peeked through my fingers to glare at him. "Don't encourage him." Dad chuckled, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "And the bedroom! I had it specially designed with, shall we say, vigorous activities in mind. The bed is a work of art – a super king, naturally. And the frame? Bolted directly into the floor. You could sum

And two more on the opposite wall. ​My curiosity, the thing he’d tried to forbid, was a burning itch. Where did they lead? ​I tried the first one. It was unlocked. ​I pushed it open. The same shush. I peeked inside. ​Another bedroom. Identical to mine. Massive bed, stone fireplace, velvet chairs. But this one was… dead. The bed was covered in a thick, white dust sheet, making it look like a corpse laid out for viewing. The air was stale, cold. Unused.