Cursed Love Novels & Stories

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 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

She was gone from him once again. His curse killed her.. His tears fell into her deathly still face The rain resumed, pounding more heavily than ever as if weeping for the two lovers that were not meant to be in this life time..... Herak memorized her beautiful features, he didn't have a long time left, he would have to... Zarabeth looked up as the book was suddenly snatched from her hands

But all I could feel was the hollow ache of betrayal sitting cold in my chest. I sank to my knees in front of her and reached out, my hands hovering just shy of touching her. “If anything happens to you…” I swallowed hard. “Sav, if anything happens to you because of this—because of me—I’ll never survive it.” Her tears fell onto my hands. “Then love me enough to believe that nothing will.” I closed my eyes. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But deep down, I already knew. The curse had never been about bloodlines or ghosts or fate. The curse was love itself—this endless, vicious thing that always found a way to take what I loved most.

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.

The sparks, the electric jolt I didn’t want to admit affected me. Ian’s words came back to me, haunting and irritating. ‘If you want to break the curse, she has to love you.’ Love? I scoffed at the thought… Would she ever love someone like me? Someone as broken as me. Cursed. I pictured her again… Her wide, defiant eyes. The subtle tremble in her voice when she spoke to me. The way her scent clung to my skin long after she left. I groaned, my eyes shutting in frustration as my pants grew tighter. The ache was sudden in my crotch growing every minute.

His protest cut off in a strangled sound, his whole body seizing before going slack again. Fear clawed up my throat. “Raven, talk to me. Please.” His head dropped forward, his voice rough, broken. “It’s the curse.” The words sliced through me. He had told me once, in fragments, about it—the curse that bound his bloodline. The reason his love was a death sentence. Never to love without dying. I hadn’t understood then. I hadn’t wanted to. But now— “You’re saying…” My voice faltered. “Because you—because you love…”

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."

Liz answered, "You know, before liking someone, you had better research that man. Especially since you have a dark past with someone who used to be the love of your life, even though I gave you enough warning about him." "I know... now I feel like I am Cursed," Katherine said, took another sip, "I am Cursed about love and people. " Liz rolled her eyes, and said, "There is nothing like that, you are just in the wrong place with the wrong people. Give it some time and everything will be fine." Liz did not turn her face toward Katherine just to avoid stretching the conversation. She was exhausted and now only looking forward to getting some good sleep.

He stared at her then—eyes wild, haunted, broken. “Can’t you see, Zara? We’re cursed. You and me. Everything we touch turns to blood. My family destroyed yours. Yours destroyed mine. Don Enzo’s dead, your mother’s missing, Adrian’s being hunted, and all because we fell in love.” Her voice cracked. “That’s not love’s fault.” “It’s ours,” he said quietly. “We’re the curse.” He pushed his chair back violently and stood, pacing to the window, his back to her. “Maybe this is what we deserve.”