Cursed Clothes Novels & Stories

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

Discreetly, he wrote those two names down before shoving it under his keyboard. “Thank you. These are a few samples of different styles and designs I was working on that I thought you might like.” She slid over a drawing of a version of military clothing. “The unique thing about these is we build them with extreme heavy duty velcro. General wear and tear will not rip them apart, but they will rip apart when you transform into your wolf form. The benefit of this is that you do not waste any clothing. From my understanding, your clothes will get ruined if you transform if they are still on your body. These will not.”

He looked around the room and his eyes landed on two females dressed in a black pinafore dress and a white tee shirt inside, matched with a black shoe and white stockings. 'Who were they and what were they doing here?' he asked himself as he looked around the room. The room looked different from the room he owned. It was more modern than the one he resided in. Everything about the place looked foreign to him and the last thing he recalled was reaching a certain place in the forest and he saw the white light from above as told by the moon goddess. A smile of relief formed on his face once he saw the light. With hopes that he was close to breaking the curse, he walked towards the white light.

I watch as Lucy waddles to my closest to pick me out an outfit. "Black leather, black leather, black leather…..okay, Tori, we need to discuss your clothing choices. Do you have anything that's not black and has secret dagger compartments?" I laugh, walking over to the closet. "This one is chocolate, so not black." I push a few things aside, and there is a three-quarter-length red dress that shows entirely too much breast but judging by the look on Lucy's face, she likes this one.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and looked at the unfamiliar clothes, which were so different from the modern city styles she knew. There were no jeans, casual t-shirts, or denim jackets in the wardrobe. Instead, it held clothes made of heavy, luxurious fabric. There were long silk tunics in deep violet, the Hallow clan’s signature color, with detailed silver embroidery on the collars and cuffs. The patterns formed magical knots and small circles that looked like purple saxifrage flowers. The cloaks had velvet trim at the neck and silver belts with crescent moon buckles. “These aren’t just clothes, love,” Zevko whispered. “They’re part of who you are. Your uncle wants you to start seeing

“Immortal…?” He nodded once. “Cursed to walk through centuries, bound in shadow and flame, never belonging to the world of the living or the dead. Every few decades, I change my name, my face, my mask. But the curse stays.” His smile was bitter, broken. “Harry is just the name I wear for now.” I stared at him, the weight of his confession pressing hard against my chest. “And headmistress Morwen?”

They turned their gaze towards me and cackled: “Cinderella, have you washed our clothes already?” “Fuck off, both of you, I ain’t washing that gore. That’s just disgusting.” I said. “Well, Erzelus, this is the only spare clothes we have here. And given that you ruined it during your delirium fest, where you vomited demons, it is only fair that you clean it up. After all, we dragged you covertly through the battlefield, saved you from embarrassment to be seen shitface drunk by packs. So we helped, but we certainly ain’t going to clean your puke out of our clothes as a reward for helping you out. I mean, Thersar even suggested that we burn it. But we cannot afford that now as we do not have bo

I was trying to be smart, and hoping this works out or I am definitely dead! There were a lot of clothes, so even though they help me hide, I could barely breath. The clothes were made of fur, most probably Leila’s luxury fur coats collection was here. Damn, she is going to murder me for ruining her expensive collection even if I don’t tell her secret to anyone.

Everyone from this dimension, world or whatever the fuck this place was, has been extremely rude. I dried myself quickly, and looked at the selection of clothes. I hadn't realized I was in for another surprise. All I could see were dresses. They looked like what the women of Camelot wore. Princess Morgana before she turned into the wicked sorceress. Was this a joke? I tied the towel around me and came out of the closet. All three of them stood, facing the closet. "What is this? There are no clothes in here.No clothes that a person can wear." That I could see of.

“Not as peculiar as your clothes.” Eros looked down on his emerald green frock. “I like it. This is the kind of clothes we wore back in the 11th century.” “You know we’re not in the 11th century anymore, right?” He smiled. “I find modern clothes too…restrictive.” “Hm,” she smiled, “well luckily in this day and age you don’t exactly stand out. Where is Cyrus now?”