Cursed Dora Novels & Stories

They couldn’t even begin to imagine the consequences they were about to face. “No, it’s nothing.” Dora’s beautiful eyes were still blank. Her heart was filled with pain and sorrow. She didn’t know why she had agreed to marry Doflamingo. As she was leaving the auction site that day, she had been involved in a car accident on the way back. Dora was stuck below the car, and Doflamingo had come to rescue her desperately. At that moment, she had mistaken him for someone else by accident.. In fact, Dora thought of Joshua. She thought the person who was desperately trying to save her was Joshua.

“Oh! I remember. The nice, caring one. Dora always said good things about you.” She looked behind me, scanning the room. “Where is Dora?” My smile fell. The nurse glanced between us and quietly excused herself, giving us privacy. I took a shaky breath. “She’s not here. I...” I paused, my voice catching. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Carson. Dora is... Dora passed away.” She blinked. “No... no, that’s not true.” “She...” My voice broke. “She was murdered in China. Someone... shot her in her apartment, and—”

that response seemed to amuze Dora as she laughed. " Good. Do you want to die?” She asked her next question, Grace didnt think twice before frantically shaking her head. Dora smiled and held the knife to her chest, she began to cut a straight line down ripping off half of her dress, there was blood everywhere but the cuts where not deep enough to kill her just yet. " Do you think you deserve to live?" Dora asked staring at her with a blank expression her voice sending shivers down Grace’s spine “No" Grace cried.Dora stood up and disappeared to the kitchen, Grace could only pray she was going to finally let her go but her fear reached its peak when Dora appeared yet again with Chill source an

She couldn't just get enough courage to look Dabria in the eye. Everyone who knew Dabria, knew well that Dabria was crazy about Zeus. And Helenora knew that they both were born to be mates. There was no doubt in the fact that Zeus and Dabria would end up together even after all the hardships they had been through. It was heartbreaking for Helenora to tell Dabria the truth. "Wait! What? That can't happen. You are the one who has cursed him. And you have no idea how to free him from this stupid curse. He told me everything. He told me that it was you who had cursed him." Dabria had a confused frown on her face as she asked Helenora about the curse. She was angry but she kept her voice down so

She dodged her opponent’s next attack, her claws piercing through his side twice. Rust winced in pain, but took a stance again, not giving any sign he would yield. Damn! He wouldn’t, he was too proud for that. We had to make him surrender. I didn't want to kill him and feed this hurt tearing into my chest. I wanted to free myself of all of that. “We have to try to coax him into it,” Dora said. Dora prowled fast, her canines embedded on the side of his neck, right below his pulsing artery. “Surrender,” she barked in his mind.

Curled up against my leg where she felt safe enough to close her eyes and let sleep take her. When I looked back at Dora I saw that she had started writing in the sand again. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm currently running away from my father because he had wanted and tried to sell me over to my arranged husband. I figured it was to try and cover his current and maybe his future gambling debts to stay out of the mines. I'm trying to find my mate and thought we could go to the werewolf palace and try and get refuge there from him and the goons following me."

Yes her father was the king, but her mother was thought to be a low-born concubine who her father had taken, not at all being aware that she was actually a witch. Dora inherited her red vampiric eyes from her father but unknown to anyone else but her contact in the kingdom of Elfina, she could also use magic even if the capacity was somewhat little. “I need to protect myself. How else am I going to make sure that the Kingdom of Blodinek falls,” Dora thought already dreaming of ruling it in accordance with the deal she made with Elfina. Her half-brothers would be killed off, and Dora couldn’t wait. She had no sort of affection for anyone within the walls.

“They all say that.” “I’m not them.” “No,” he agreed, something unreadable in his expression. “You’re not.” Silence stretched between them. Then Dorian moved to his desk, pulling out a thick leather-bound book. “This is the Veyrath chronicle. Every heir for the last five centuries has recorded their experiences with the curse.” He opened it, revealing pages filled with cramped handwriting, dates, names. Names of dead women.

,Drusilla meant to avoid my question. "The person who donated his eyes to me was Giselle, the girl who died in Phong 304 years ago. You probably don't know about it, where did you meet Giselle? She said she wanted me to help her investigate the old curse of room 304." ,I still look straight at Drusilla said. "Ambiguous, don't bring the ghost stories that the students say over and over again. Yes, room 304 has had a murder but that doesn't mean that room has ghosts or any other strange phenomenon. Thalia,

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."