Cursed Foods Novels & Stories

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

Ok, I still love Yandere. "Mom taught me that good food comes from ingredients that are good for your body. I am sure that this will lead me to victory! Good food isn’t the delicious one, but the healthy for body and soul one!" Kartika said in her mind. I know that antiseptic is good for the body, but it’s not something to eat!!! "Good for the body" my ass! Aoi, Jeje, Buriko, Cocong, and ßenlong are freaking out by seeing Kartika’s dish. They feel like it can perish anything eats it, even they are sure that it is more deathly than Alfi or leak.

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

“Go on, say it. I know it’s nothing. I know it is. I’m grasping at straws here.” “It’s just… we know all of us are cursed, don’t we? And the whole witch thing… aren’t they just people who take cooking a bit too seriously and enjoy foraging for, like, stinging nettles?” Cin sat up, closing her book carefully on her lap and folding her legs up under her. “We don’t know all of us are cursed, though, do we?” she pointed out. “It’s the land that’s cursed, not us. Is there anything on that, Rhi?”

The others nodded in agreement before turning away and walking out of the room. Fel watched them go before sinking to the floor with a heavy heart. She knew that no matter how much she begged or pleaded there was nothing anyone could do; she had been cursed by this horrible disease and it seemed like there was no way out… **** Carissa's breakfast consisted of a selection of fruits, freshly baked bread, and a bowl of porridge. The porridge was thick and hearty, with chunks of apple and cinnamon mixed in, the smell wafting up to her nose.

Besides, they were allowed to divulge anyone alive. It was horrifying, soul-shrinking, heart-numbing—almost put you in irrecoverable paralysis-type torture. And don’t even get me started with their ‘magical secret ingredients list. Anyways, it goes like this: Excess oil, they got it. Indigestible spices got them too. Deadly preservatives with extra flavours. Ah, man, It’s available in abundance. By any chance, if your bluffy ass somehow survived through the slow poison, their remarkable cutlery skills would book you to heaven from the fastest route possible.

"Miss Alice, you have never eaten food that is too salty, too sweet, too sour, too bitter, dishes with an incompatible combination, cold food, left out for the day, dishes that smell bad, or things that she doesn't like. Don't touch... You don't have to think we can not do it." "It is hard, that is an excuse for yourself. What do you worry about? It is our duty." Veronica Sarah continued, listing a series of food taboos of Oriana Alice. It's like a judgment, it's a show for kings. She couldn't take it anymore. Phedra Elizabeth wanted to silence Veronica Sarah, which bothered her.

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.

I gasped when there were even flowers scattered on the wooden floor. Hopefully, this isn’t one of those surprise proposals, like what I have seen in Vutube. That wouldn’t make much sense as we are not a couple and we barely spend time together. I just chuckled at the idea, getting married to this man, is as impossible as the sea drying out. “Have a seat,” he said as he ushered me. I looked at the plate and was dismayed, all of these foods are forbidden for me to eat, meats and ribs. As tasty as they were portrayed by the humans, I cannot challenge the three curses more than what I have done.

Inner Devil clapped slowly: ‘Of course it is. The table of categories appeared neatly on the screen. Sweet Salty Sour Spicy Crunchy Soft Best Of All Options Under each category were several food options. Chocolate, fruit, ramen, crackers, noodles, soup, chips. But the last category stood out. It had no food listing. “What is the ‘Best Of All Options’?” Freya asked. There was a faint hint of amusement in Kenneth’s eyes, but Freya didn’t catch it. “Click it,” he said calmly. “And you will see.”