Cursed Kokichi Novels & Stories

It is funny how I'm sitting beside the prince who wanted to kill me just three days ago. Ordinary me, a commoner. Well, Kismat,Fate. "Is it weird, that I find myself wanting to talk to you" he finally said after a long silence. I gulped shakily, why is he talking like this? "No, not at all" I replied. He sighed and clasped his hands together. "I have a secret" he said. I looked at him. "A very deep secret" he paused. "I'm cursed"

After they graduated Yahiko and Tsunade married and lived happily not knowing that a danger was lurking around. Nagato, out of hatred and frustration of losing the person he has been crushing on, went to a bar full of thugs and got drunk, too drunk that he kept blunting insults and threats to the gang of thugs that were present there. That made them angry that they beat him to a pulp, he got sick for days before dying, and as life could have it he was given a second chance. He was cursed also. He traced all those gang members and killed them all before his focus directed to the woman that dumped him.

He raised it, aiming toward the windows, then lowered it with a satisfied nod and set it back down. “It’s a cursed item,” he said. “What?” Chevonne leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. “Where did you get this? Cursed items are extremely rare, especially when the maledicter isn’t actively channeling their thought. If it’s still here, that means the maledicter tied to it is still alive.” Rico’s gaze shifted sharply to the old man. “I know where you got it. It’s from that woman who cursed you, right?” The old man didn’t answer. He only sank back into his chair and began rubbing the beast’s under-chin.

Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari." "What?!" Takanashi was startled. The one who asked this question was the other chef, Jun Satou (the one with blonde hair and a long bang) since he had heard their conversation before. There were only three guys on the back and Popura had gone out to the front to do her job again so they could talk freely.

The hard truth is that sometimes first mates are sometimes the cursed ones and in Cheryl’s case she was cursed as first mate because the only purpose she served was to be a stepping stone to Matteos true mate. I know everyone thinks second chance mates are cursed, and maybe some are, but not in Amara’s case. Amara still feels cursed at times, hell sometimes I still feel cursed even though I have my mate now. However, it took a long time to find her, and my lovely mate has endured hell which can sometimes cause issues between us.

Yuriko let out an exasperated hiss and shouted: “Enough jabberin’! No one ain’t goin’ tah fall fer yer warrior-o’-peace act.” She flung two of her throwing knives, eliciting a gasp from Aki. In an eye’s blink, Koumori-shishou moved his shakujō staff up and over his shoulder, reaching down to scratch his back with its rings. The timing was flawless because Yuriko’s knives buried themselves in the wood. The pirates stood with their mouths agape. “Thank you for the hand, my dear, but I can scratch my own back.”

Forcing one foot in front of the other, I entered the den with Bodey at my side. What do you think Chelsea meant? Jack linked. She could’ve been less cryptic, or maybe she shouldn’t have said a damn thing. I heard a whack, and I guessed it was Lucas thumping Jack on the back of the head. Confirming my suspicion, Lucas grunted and linked, None of us know, and we’re dealing with witches. Cryptic is ingrained in their blood.

The blood foamed and was then torn in two, one normal and one reeking with dark streaks, like the fibres of a small thread that had been broken. Harriet peeked from the bed. "Is it bad?" "It's... weird," I said. "Come here." She approached me and stood on a chair, and looked on. "What does the dark part mean?" It is that something inside him is out of place. Harriet tilted her head. Like... like somebody put wrong stuff in him? "Yes." I swallowed. "Exactly like that." One more herb--a cursing unveiling powder--I added. In case Lucius were to be cursed, the powder would be turned to gold.

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.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?