Cursed Clothes Novels & Stories

It was 1 AM .Her mother left for her hospital.She had an urgent call.She was clad in a satin night gown which consisted of 3 layers ,an ankle- length tie up full sleeve gown with a knee- length netted under -layer and a two piece underneath [a strapless upper garment and strapped panty having straps on hips .The strap had more material than the main garment]It was magenta in colour which made her look even more fairer .She didn’t want to seem so eager after all.When even after 10 minutes Vivian didn’t turn up she decided to check in the drawing room.Had he left? Did he get hurt by her curtness ?She almost dashed with a human figure in the dark corridor and screamed. She felt for the structur

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

He smirks. —What have you done now? —Mhm, come and see. - He says pointing to the closet. Oh no. No, no, no. What has he done to my innocent and defenseless clothes? I snap the closet open. My things are gone. They've been replaced by a kind Greco-Roman styled togas, they're made of multicolored and TRANSPARENT silks. They look like something out of a historical television production. I check the drawers, my practical granny panties are gone too. Luckily he hasn't dared messing with my only shoes.

'Maybe Lavisha put it on? The color of it is black and the type of its fabric is not ordinary because it is thick. It's just like an ordinary t-shirt that's oversized and black without any paint. Why this sports attire is ain't fit in my body? I just close my locker again and went to the Comfort room to get dressed. I think I'm going crazy in this world, I need to find a way to get out of here. It's a good thing the dress is loose on me so I don't have any trouble wearing it. I exited the cubicle and faced the large mirror. Fortunately, I am the only one inside Comfort room right now.

When he couldn't find a less scary clothes with a better color other than black,he cursed her for her choice of dresses and was about to pick up any one from her wardrobe when His eyes came in contact with a shopping bags pushed slightly under the bed but not enough to hide it from view. He cursed her for making him go through the stress of going through her closest filled with her monster and grieving attire made for demon snd death. He pulled the bags out from under the bed and pour the whole content on top of the bed , he saw beautiful female attires fell out from them that got him wowed at the sight. He opened his mouth to yelled a curse to her for not telling him about the shopping bag

he said again, slowly like I didn’t understand this. “That’s what I’m wearing,” I said. I was getting irritated. “As in... Victrolla Secret type shit. Silk, robes, lingerie,” he said. My jaw dropped. My ran raced thinking of the brand. It was not the type of pajamas I was thinking. It was an expensive clothing store that had the kind of undergarments that made men’s tongues rolls out of their mouths and their dick stand. “Fuck,” I cursed. “Mm-hmm,” he hummed.

Melody screamed, shielding her face. But Gilda didn’t move. Her arms were raised in defiance, her white robe snapped in the furious wind. “I defy you.” She cried “ You wronged me. I will keep the curse on her.” The light coiled then struck. The it ripped through the veil that hid her beauty, burning it away. The air was now filled with the scent of scorched silk and searing skin. When the radiance dimmed for a heartbeat, half of Gilda’s once perfect face was gone, scorched black, veins of molten gold pulsing beneath the ruin. Yet even in agony she laughed a wolf, broken laugh.

"I don't need clothes, but I do need fuel. Most of these cheap garments are made of synthetic fibers. When they burn, the smoke is thick and toxic. Perfect for smoking out those rats hiding in their buildings who refuse to come out." As the thought took shape, Cyrus clapped his hands in satisfaction. He truly felt like a natural saboteur. In fact, every boy seemed to be born one. The thought of openly setting massive fires, with no one able to stop him, began to thrill him. "Who hasn't been a little menace while growing up? Heh." He moved without hesitation, sweeping entire stores of clothing into his pocket dimension. In moments, the inventories of dozens of shops vanished into his storage

The ground was surprisingly warm, heated by those same pipes underneath the entire building which was amazing. I walked over to a large chest that sat near the wall. Yesterday, I looked inside it and found piles of strange clothes. They weren't anything related to jeans or even shirts, talk less of the brands I knew were in our world like the flannels and the channels… compared to Kate and Damon, I was far behind too. But not as archaic as these wolves because what the hell are these? I could only see long, wool tunics and dark trousers made of thick animal hide. Some of them looked like long, flowing gowns with buckles along the shoulders.

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.