Cursed Love Novels & Stories

She ran her index finger along Sienna’s face and continued, “You; my Luv never died…” What Serena said made sense to Sienna. Rubbing her forehead, she muttered, “I never felt like I died either… technically I don’t know what death feels like but it just felt like me when I found myself here… I felt cold, lonely, and claustrophobic…” Serena was impressed by her analysis and decided to give her a bit of more information. “When Alaric refused my proposal three years ago, I was furious. So, I cursed him.” Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.”

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

having said that, he left! I was standing on the rooftop all alone and my mind was lost, I arranged this party to torture him but didn't dare to say a word in front of him. My silence made me furious and suddenly something came inside me, a strange power and with all my force I shouted from my rooftop "RONAN, I WILL MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH ME!"

Love was a gift of God and one day she might regret her deeds. Before long she had started regretting and tried to send him greetings on F******k but by then even his account was deleted .She tried to trace him to the cottage (from the location he shared on F******k). Actually she had been eager to meet him.She remembered how she had wasted a week and missed her Semesters to trace him.Finally she reached the cottage.But the cottage was locked .The next cottage was miles away so she didn't know whom to ask.She booked a cottage and stayed there for 3 days visiting the cottage at different times with a hope against hope that he would return .At the end of third day she was hopeless but still d

She let those memories flood her mind, projecting them outward, feeding the bond, trying to anchor him. Cole’s body shuddered violently. The cursed voice screamed, furious. “You cannot break me! You are nothing without death!” Lila’s hands glowed brighter, her power awakening in response to the curse’s fury. “No,” she shouted, tears streaming down her face. “I am your mate! And I will not lose you. Not to the curse. Not to anyone!” A shockwave rippled outward, tossing leaves, snapping branches, and sending both of them stumbling. Cole fell to one knee, his head dropping as the silver light flickered. Something raw and human peeked through — anger, love, fear, grief — emotions the curse could

So why did the world reset again? Had I been poisoned? Struck down quietly in the shadows? Or had the Moon Goddess tied my soul to Orion’s without my consent? I sank onto the edge of the bed, my hands trembling. If I was looping without dying, then this curse was worse than I thought. Much worse. I clenched the sheets in my fists. Fine. If this is some curse, some trick, I’ll figure it out. I won’t let them break me. But it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.

I was here to find the Moonborn, to deliver her to the BloodMoon throne and end the curse that haunted me. The dream from last night—Isabella bloodied, pleading, my father’s claws poised to strike—flashed in my mind, a warning I couldn’t shake. The curse was real, its pain a constant threat, a ticking clock counting down to my death. Falling for her was a trap, a cruel game by the universe, and I refused to play. I couldn’t love her, couldn’t bind her to a doomed man, couldn’t drag her into my world of blood and pain. Yet her scent lingered, her taste on my lips, her fire in my veins, and I was powerless against it.

You have lived a part of her story with her. Writing Love Me Like a Curse has been both a labor of love and an exploration of forces I can not fully explain myself. Arabella’s world is one of contrasts—moments of ordinary warmth with her brother and Rhea and moments of unexplainable pull, where her mind, her hands, and her heart seem to be guided by something larger, And if you’ve been reading, you’ve already felt that pull. You’ve seen her brush tremble in her hand, and perhaps you’ve sensed the stirrings of something more behind the lines she paints. You’ve watched her drift into dreams that feel impossibly real, and maybe you’ve felt the tug of questions she can not yet answer.

Zayd says, and I smile as they sit. "Today, we are here to witness the wedding of Adaline Aurora Vulkov and Alexandru Luc Conri, a Flower, Witch, Werewolf and a Lycan. A match we've never seen before. . .." He goes on to speak all about love but I am too distracted by Alexandru, wishing we'd sneak in a quick fuck. "Do you, Alexandru, take Adaline, to be your wife, in sickness and in health, in strength and weakness, in poverty and riches, in pain and grief, in every part of her?"