Cursed Clothes Novels & Stories

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Coward. Faced with the prospect of my first day as Alpha Alexander's personal maid, I stood before the closet, contemplating the array of clothes hanging within. Uncertainty lingered as I sifted through the options, seeking the perfect balance. A long-sleeved T-shirt, adorned in subtle patterns that mirrored the sophistication of the Alpha's mansion, emerged as the ideal choice. The soft fabric promised both ease of movement and a touch of casual elegance, suitable for following the bastard's orders. As I slipped into the snug embrace of skinny jeans and pulled the T-shirt over, a sense of readiness and determination settled within me.

"Then... May I ask, my lady, what exactly are you looking for?" Carmen's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Trousers." The shopkeeper choked. "P-Pardon?" Oh yes, how could she forget that these people had no idea what trousers were. From what she read, they called their trousers 'Kurzets'. "Kurzets, I mean." Ipu gasped audibly, while Keila stiffened beside her. "My lady!" Ipu whispered urgently, her voice barely above a breath. "Are you certain? Kurzets are hardly befitting of your status..."

Creepy says he does not advise, I am young and vulnerable, and many would take advantage of me. Mr. Creepy gives me a leather bag, it contains a soft gray dressing gown, and black cloak with green and gold leaves embroidered along the edge, and leather lace up boots. The boots look enchanted, like something elves made with ancient leaves. I am somewhat taken back by the quality of the items, there is also a small bag of what looks like toiletry items.

I then noticed that he was holding a bundle of women's clothes. " Safe? From what? And what's with the clothes?" I asked as I scratched my head. " Kaen warned me that the portal was closing and we made it just in time. The clothes are for the cursed mothers after we cure them. Can't send them back naked if the cure works and I really want to know how they were turned in the first place. That might give us more insight on the Version Slayers." Troublemaker informs me as he steps down from the caravan and heads back into his summer home mansion.

I was only allowed out to functions with Curtis the rest of the time I was confined to my room. “Ok, ohhh, look, I have found it. It’s gorgeous.” Lola pulls a dress off the rack and holds it out in front of her body, and I look at it. I don’t really remember when I bought that. But to be honest, the majority of clothes in here. I haven’t worn and bought them because I could. It’s a cobalt blue short dress, deep plunging neckline, and the back is backless. Cost a fortune for a scrap of fabric. It did look nice on, though.

"The charm doesn't work! Do you have any other ideas?" As soon as he finished yelling, the same robotic voice came from the loudspeakers sounding urgent this time. "Counterfeits detected in store No. 4. All customers, please prepare to destroy them!" The meaning was clear—a mob of living clothes was about to rush in. By then, they would be absolutely destroyed! "I… I'll try!" Esme exclaimed in a panic. Her face was pale with fear as she took out a red cloth and muttering a spell. At the same time, the sportswear rushed toward Felix again. He wanted to kick out at the sportswear, however, it dodged the kick this time. Unfortunately, his arm went straight into one of the sleeves of the sportsw

Alaric had already made it clear that I was his chosen mate, and the pack needed to know where their loyalty lay. I sighed and turned away from the mirror, pacing around the room. The dress I’d chosen for the ceremony was laid out on the bed, a delicate blend of dark blues and silvers that shimmered in the light. It wasn’t something I would have ever picked for myself, but it was exactly what Alaric had suggested, and it felt like the right choice for today.