Cursed Clothes Novels & Stories

He seemed taken aback by me, saying, please, what didn’t he expect me to want my clothes back and he started fidgeting with the fabric in his hands. «I, well, I’m sorry! But no clothes were fitting a young girl like you! This is high quality! The Elven seamstress herself makes it!» «Elven, what? Fitting for a girl like me? Who the hell walks around in the thick forest in a skimpy little dress that barely covers anything? I want my pants, shirt, bra, and sweater! NOW!» «I burned them..» «You did what? Why would you do that?»

I dressed in the plainest, ugliest clothes I owned, which was a baggy sweatpants, and an old college T-shirt with a hole in the hem, because putting on anything pretty felt like a lie now. “Fuckers,” I cursed again as I collapsed onto my bed.

"Alright, we still need the 'red girdle of pleached corde,' and the blue shoes - that's what 'shodde in blue' means, according to Owlyn. And the girdle is just a belt, and pleached means plaited. So it looked like we have to buy a red cord to plait. Plus, the instruction says that pure virgin garments are clothes that have never been worn, and although I suppose we can dig up one set of new clothes between us, the shoes we have to buy." "I've got blue tennis shoes that dad bought last month but too big for me at the time," said Ruslan. "I haven't worn them once." "Good, I can use those," Cassandra said. "And what about me?" "You don't need an amulet because you're not coming back to the Worl

Coward. Faced with the prospect of my first day as a personal maid to Alpha Caden, I stood before the closet, contemplating the array of clothes hanging within. Uncertainty lingered in the air as I sifted through the options, seeking the perfect balance between professionalism and comfort. How did I pack so much clothes? Eventually, my fingers gravitated towards a pair of figure-hugging skinny jeans, their dark hue complementing my skin.

Because of last night's activities, she had forgotten that she had not packed up the things he brought. Maria took out one by one the clothes that were there. But she smirked in surprise, all her clothes were just a light dress, a tank top, shorts and...lingerie. What is this? Who prepared cursed clothes like this? Maria sighed, she immediately put on one of the dresses that were there. It's too short, Maria thought when she saw how she looked in the mirror. But she ignored her and immediately came out with her hair half wet.

But the most ridiculous thing of all was, my two best friends spent a good portion of time dressing me! "Please, don't tell me to look at myself when you're done," I said while Cammie was applying some eyeliners and lip gloss on my face. "You have to be a Cinderella tonight," Cammie told me. "Well, then you both can be my stepsisters." "Viv, today is your birthday, don't spoil the mood," Alyssa scolded me. How could I keep the mood up when they were dressing me like a Barbie doll? And not to mention those butterfly hair ribbons and silver hair clips with matching bracelets. They also made me wearing a sparkling iridescent black skirt, a top with mid-phased silver moon appliquéd on the front,

Once just now, and once the day before. "And what did he mean by 'cursed goods'? Should I believe him?" In the antique world, "cursed goods" was insider slang. They referred to items with dubious origins, or antiques tainted by malignant energy that disrupted geomancy and fortune. Estelle's expression shifted as realization dawned, her eyes growing even more curious. "Who exactly is he?" Girls were like that. One might not leave any impression if they did as they expected. But the moment one did something out of line, one sparked curiosity instead.

After she had showered she found the clothes Lucas had left for her and stood looking at them with a frown on her pretty face, 'Dear God, what century did these people live in? She thought with a wry smile holding up the calf-length gypsy skirt, it was a rich purple colour shot through with silver thread and the matching long-sleeved bolero jacket looked like it had come out of the distant past. She was unaware of the simple life the Werewolves lived, they did not follow fashion and rarely even watched the TV, they worked hard and played hard but for the most part technology passed

I feel unhappy and uneasy. 'Does that Alpha have something to do with my parents?' I can't say, because I don't understand the dream at all, but I know it has come to pass an information. 'A curse…' my heart vibrates heavily. 'Am I also cursed?' I asked myself, although I couldn't find an answer, but I believed I am cursed due to so many things I am going through. It looked like I was cursed. If not for the intervention of the Alpha and the revelations, by now I would be in the dungeon. Not just there this time, but to be tortured heavily for something I didn't do.

The floating ruins above them suddenly cracked violently. The realm itself trembled. Elena stumbled. “What’s happening?” The woman’s expression changed instantly. Fear. “Time is up.” The red sky split open suddenly with a deafening sound. The black ocean below them churned violently. “Elena listen to me carefully,” the woman said urgently while approaching her quickly. “The Francesco bloodline is cursed. And the necklace is waking up again.” The water rose higher instantly. Cold waves crashed around Elena’s legs. “What does that mean?!” Elena shouted desperately.