Cursed In Love Novels & Stories

"Oh darling. Even if you weren't looking for trouble, trouble will still find you because you are cursed." I looked up to her, my teeths itching to speak. "Oh don't fucking look at me like that. Do you think it's normal for a girl to be madly in love with her brother and want to badly have sex with him? You may think it's sexy but I am telling you now that it's only happening because you are cursed and the sooner you accept it, the better it will be for you." I could hear the mummurs in the crowd and I loathed every sound of it. It itched my body, making me to want to run to a corner and hide.

He sighed. "He can love me but you shouldn't..." She frowned at him. "I don't care about the curse, Augustus... I am a human and sooner or later I am going to die... I am not greedy for a long life but whatever I have left, I want to live it with you... With your love..." She sighed. "I don't know why my life is like this, Since childhood I am deprived of love... I want you to love me for whatever days I have left with me... Can you do that?"

He finishes with a smirk and there comes that feeling again that makes tears burn in my eyes and cause terror in my heart. “You're lying; Vance promises he won't hurt me.” My lips quiver as I say those words loudly, and I don't even even believe them. He sneers. “Think about it, princess; your fate is to one day kill him. Now, Vance has tasted immortality and wealth, he has tasted power and authority; do you think he's going to let some girl get in the way of that? Trust me, Vance can get any girl that he wants.” He sighs and turns his back to me. “During the first century of being cursed, we weren't sure who was going to become our doom, so Damien and I got rid of our mates; however, Vance

What else did his curse comprise of that I didn't know? "I courted seven ladies in the past. Unfortunately, none of them lived long enough to walk to the isle with me. My curse somehow affected them and killed them all. I guess they were too fragile to handle such burden." His eyes glistened with tears but as quickly as they came, so also they dried up. I have never survived any of Veronica's maltreatment nor Vivian's, without falling unconscious. Just how long would I endure before his curse finally took my soul?

Lucifer’s words quiet, his eyes glancing to Belial. “They tell you that is a curse on me, that means you would push me away from her. That I would have someone watch her, you watch her. If they had said it was a curse to make us fight for her Belial, you wouldn’t have been near her. The only reason you were with her so much is because you believe if I admit how I feel, I change.” So, is the curse real? Okay, he knows it is real, but the part about him becoming mortal and having a soul if he admits he loves her. Is that real?

"Don't do that, it's gross!" She tried to pull her hand away, but I still held on to it. The richness of her sweet blood touched my tongue and streamed down my throat, triggering a wonderful pleasure through my veins. "Aw! Aw! Vivienne," Alyssa cried again. "You're hurting me!" But I didn't listen to a word she said. I was getting a rush of sensation from her blood. My body was burning with a strange lust. Then I unwrapped my mouth around her cut and then pressed my blood-stained lips against hers. I kissed her hungrily like a wild savage animal. Alyssa was beyond shock. She tried to push me back, but I kept my arms wrapped around her little tight bum. My tongue slithered through her parted

She felt her heart about to jump out of its place “I am human, do you remember, and even if I had a mate, I would leave him.” He smiled bitterly, and looked at the ground " You can't, the bond is strong, you will not be able to live without your mate. " She approached him, and grabbed his hand very carefully, while looking at his face "Why don't you understand Cesar, I love you? The feelings of love are stronger than any other feelings in this world. You have to believe in this. You have to understand that all I really want, is to be with you." He looked at her sadly, and he really wanted to tell her the truth, to tell her that he was cursed, and that anyone who came close to him would pay t

“She had tears in her eyes, ‘You are my creation’ she said. ‘As I cannot undo the curse that witch did, I can lessen it. You, Serafino, will show love but never have it yourself till the day that a non-believer in love falls in love with you with her whole heart. Then and only then will your curse be broken, you Brian, you will find love but it will be ripped away from you, making you unable to love again. You will find love where you would never want to find it, but as she breaks down your walls around your heart and then, when the day comes that you admit to truly loving her, not your wolf but you with every fiber of you, will your curse be broken.’ With that, she left. I can still remembe

He swallowed hard and asked, "But why am I still alive?" Carole looked at him and approached him. He took both her hands and said, "I think you are the cure of that curse. True love saves both of you!" Arosh couldn't believe it and he was confused. "Me?" "We tried so many cures and drugs to cure his illness. But we didn't succeed. Hate is a curse and the opposite of a curse is cure, and that is you ... You never curse someone you really are Beloved. Love makes the world go round; most of us wouldn't be here without it. I believe in the end, because of the love in your heart the curse will release Kevin. "

All of it. The diagnosis. Eighteen months when he was told. Possibly less now. The doctor’s call that morning changing it to six months. The plan that he’d made that day in the elevator — the deliberate decision to fall in love as a final act before the clock ran out. The part where he was going to leave her without explanation so she never had to watch him disappear. The file he’d read on Connor. The contract extension he’d engineered. The measurements he’d called to check knowing she was on the floor. Every calculated moment. He spoke without looking away from her. Without apologizing. Without trying to make it sound better than it was.