Novel & Cerita Cursed Kokichi

"A clerk turning down profit should have tipped me off. I was just too caught up in the joy of dressing my son up to notice. Everyone was shocked. Implanting chips was not unheard of, but to experiment on ordinary people so boldly just to ruin your own wife's life was something else. Rick's behavior was inhumane. He had crossed a serious boundary. Even with security trying to intervene, he took several punches. He was nearly beaten to death. Alice was slapped until her face swelled and turned red. She almost miscarried on the spot. Seeing them in such a miserable state filled me with satisfaction. After all, they were the reason I had nearly been driven to end my own life.

In a pub, Philip walked straight towards the corner. After a day and night of searching, his men finally found Chiyoko's figure in this pub and promptly rushed over. On the corner sofa, the beautiful woman leaning against the armrest was indeed Chiyoko, her eyes somewhat glazed, appearing a bit intoxicated. The man who had been continuously urging her to drink, sitting across from her, saw the menacing Philip and hastily abandoned his drink, making a run for it. "Hey, Gustave, don't go..." Chiyoko called out to the departing man, then muttered under her breath as she watched him flee, "Useless!"

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

She read slowly, then smiled slightly—an eerie smile that was more terrifying than anger. “Finally, they’ve taken the bait...” she whispered. In front of her, a subordinate knelt respectfully. “Mr. Yuzinkhov has stated he is ready to cooperate, Miss Hideko,” the man reported. “On the condition... blood must be spilled before the month changes.” Hideko exhaled cigarette smoke, her eyes gleaming sharply like a razor. “Good,” she said lightly. “Then... let’s arrange a little blood rain at Edgar Kingston’s birthday party.”

Somewhere, in the heart of Philadelphia, a third power was rousing from its slumber. Kazuya Tekada, the charismatic boss of the Japanese mafia could be seen with his characteristic eerie smile. His eyes filled with excitement, as he was in the midst of finalizing a deal. "Yeah, yeah! Don't you worry about a thing, my friend," Kazuya spoke with a confident tone, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. "Our guys will make sure your merchandise is delivered safe and sound. We've got the finest coke, the finest marijuana, and as a special token of appreciation from our esteemed organization, we've even thrown in a little bonus for you."

Like she was waiting for him to make the first move so she could end him. That alone should have thrilled him. Instead—it fucked with him. Because she didn’t know it yet. Didn’t know what she’d awakened. Didn’t know that he’d been dreaming of silver eyes and fire-slick skin for months before she ever walked into his woods. She was the beginning of the end. His end. His curse made flesh. And gods help them both, he was already addicted. Temptation was knocking.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

She placed her hands on the table, fingers intertwined, and waited for Takumi to ease her confusion. “W-Who are you, really? What do you know?!" Takumi watched lips thin into a grim line. “I told you I am Takumi Takahashi: Shane’s senior psy—.” “I mean...You exactly! How did you know about the curse?" “Ahh because I used to be cursed,” he answered right away as if it’s the most normal thing to hear. “That’s why when I saw Shane for the first time, I had a hunch that she might be cursed as well,” his voice had dropped back to normal, but it was flat and emotionless.