Novel & Cerita Cursed Knuckles

M. I. A. Means Merciless in action. Just stay on and see what really cursed this super cool story have scuh a name.

"I, Gareth Fedwick, Alpha of the Blue Wood Pack hereby rejects you, fucking Carina Mason as mate and Luna of this pack! And you are hereby banished from the Blue Moon Pack, you cursed breed!" °°°°°°°°°°°°°° I was shocked! My body froze! On the very day I was to be crowned Luna of Blue Moon Pack, Gareth not only publicly rejected me, he told everyone the dark secret that only Eris, my best friend knew. A secret that would ruin my life forever! But I turned my pain into anger and my sorrows into vengeance. Meeting the most dreaded Alpha of all time was the start of my vengeance journey. I vowed to show no emotions towards him or anyone! But I found myself being helplessly drawn to him. I craved him, to be in bed with him! With the ruthless Alpha? Was he my second chance mate? Would he also reject me when he finds out that I am just an orphan, a cursed breed and the daughter of a murderer? But most of all, am I even a cursed breed?

Being known as a demoness, the angel of death's best friend, and many other cursed titles for the heiress of a gangster group seems like commonplace. But no one knows that Maia has one small, ridiculous ambition. She wants to have a simple life with her beloved husband and children if God gives her a second life. Maia assumes God is bored with granting her final wish before dying in a clan war. She wakes up in the body of another woman, a popular celebrity who died regretfully after getting married. Can Maia, the cursed woman, succeed in playing her role as a good wife and mother in place of the celebrity?

I watch as he gently places the gun on the table. Seconds tick by a heavy silence filling the room. He takes a stand and makes his way to me. He takes a stance behind my chair and places his firm arms on my armchair, caging me. I bask in his scent and warmth. "You choose now Lana, here and now." He whispers into my ear. His traces my knuckles before grabbing my notebook out of my hands, and tossing it on the table. "I wasn't done with that." I say. He laughs, I feel his chest rumble as he laughs. I turn to face him, feeling my breaths shorten with each passing second. "Eyes on the prize, Lana." He turns my head back towards the table. "You choose the notebook you can go back to living your life in fear and delusion, then one day end up dead in a dumpster or," He brushes a strand of hair from my face, " You could pick up the gun and hunt your past which shall it be Lana?" I feel beads of sweat on my back and my anxiety prickling through my skin. I have to choose, here and now. I extend my hand and pick my choice.

At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night. My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night. I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?" His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it." I scan the text and sputter. The Wisteria is located in the western region of the city, which is on the other end from where his squad is stationed. I don't press him for more details and click on the bank app on my phone. Having found the vendor's address through the payment record, I sent it to my best friend, Rowena Sheffield, who works as a private detective. She replies instantly with an "OK" emoji and follows up with, "Give me a second. I'll find out everything you want in a jiffy!"

Evil spirit. A cursed Prince. Death itself dissaray. She just want to go home, but fate has other plans for the young priestess and her odd companions.

She was cursed, killed, and she got reincarnated in a dangerous world. Karla Allen is the only daughter of the Allen couple. Cursed before her birth, she was lived a normal life without making any friends. And on one busy day, she met Hazel Finn, a mysterious purple headed girl. After that day, nightmares started to make a fate she never wanted. Two women seeking for revenge, a death angel chasing after her, her one and only family died. What's more? Her getting a power she cant control? They are still warm ups, there are more coming. [Book 1 of Karla's Curse Series.]

“From the cursed princess no one wanted… to the warrior queen every kingdom fears.” Branded, cursed, and discarded by her family, Princess Evelyn is forced into servitude, only to discover her mate is none other than the ruthless King Arkan. Hope turns to agony when he betrays her, binding himself to another and reducing her to a pawn. Pregnant and hunted, Evelyn escapes, but the prophecy follows her: "A woman’s blood will change the fate of kingdoms." In a world ruled by lies, betrayal, and war, Evelyn must rise from victim to warrior. To save her child and herself, she will face kings, monsters, and her own broken heart. Survival is no longer enough... victory is.

Read to find out how a wolf had joined a wolf hunting team because his wolf was cursed by a witch.... Only a female wolf could break this curse...

My name is Elvira Rossi, daughter of Don Rossi, head of the Itavelle mafia family. Three months ago, my father was killed. Our operations were stripped bare, nothing left. The accounts were draining fast, and the family still had mouths to feed. Then a DNA report surfaced out of nowhere. According to it, I was the LaRosa family's long‑lost true heiress, missing for eighteen years. Money, at last, had found its way to me. For the sake of my people, I was willing to set aside my pride and play the part of a sheltered heiress. The car sent to escort me back to the estate broke down halfway up the mountain? I steadied it with one hand and carried it the rest of the way to the hilltop manor. The fake heiress dissolved into tears, accusing me of pushing her? I answered by striking the century-old tree in the courtyard, splitting it clean through. She went silent immediately. My fiancé sent bodyguards to "teach me self‑defense"? My two friends politely introduced them to the concept of being permanently embedded in a wall. As my so‑called "family" shook in fear, my knuckles cracked softly. After all, before inheriting the mafia, I inherited my father's favorite rule: "If violence can solve it, don't waste words."