Cursed Luigi Novels & Stories

The guts of him to still dare to speak to me after everything! "I feel fine without your presence." I responded. "Look Lila, I know you're mad at me but it's not about us anymore. It's about you. Can't you see that Miguel is bad luck?! He's cursed and he takes his curse around wherever he goes. Everything that happened earlier today should be enough proof for you to see. After everything you've encountered, do you still think it's the best idea to still marry him?"

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

Leaving Aurora who later realized and could only curse in her heart because she had just been toyed with by her own husband. Mario Bastard!!!

I feel unhappy and uneasy. 'Does that Alpha have something to do with my parents?' I can't say, because I don't understand the dream at all, but I know it has come to pass an information. 'A curse…' my heart vibrates heavily. 'Am I also cursed?' I asked myself, although I couldn't find an answer, but I believed I am cursed due to so many things I am going through. It looked like I was cursed. If not for the intervention of the Alpha and the revelations, by now I would be in the dungeon. Not just there this time, but to be tortured heavily for something I didn't do.

With Lucian, it was limited to flirting and the final outcome was on the bed that failed to transpire. “Huh?” My phrase made Alastair utterly dumbfounded. He almost choked the scotch he had sipped from his tumbler. “Did you say you never did?” I nodded. My body was supposed to react against this man. But it reacted to get him close. It might be more powerful because of the curse but when we were in the guest room, it felt the same. Actually, the influence Lucian had on me was nothing compared to Alastair's influence on me. Lucian used to send butterflies to my stomach. On the contrary, this man scares all the butterflies away and sets my body on fire without even laying a finger on my body.

He signaled to the others, and they emerged from the cars, their own guns drawn. As they prepared to move forward, Josh called out from behind. "Victor, wait! Remember, we need the cursed wolf alive." Victor hesitated, his grip on his gun tightening. He had almost forgotten about that. Their mission was to capture Aria, the half-breed with the cursed wolf's blood, not to kill her.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

Amusement seemed to twitch at the corners of his sensuous lips, his sweet patchouli tempting, almost having me twirling around to wrap him in a headless kiss. "Listen carefully because I know how clumsy you can get," Keegan's voice cut through my reverie, barking instructions at me. Alpha Levi's wolf is cursed and until this curse is uplifted then his wolf is bound to deteriorate in strength by the day. It seemed like it was starting to.

I watched him as he moved frantically, tearing the cover off as he poured the drink down his throat straight from the bottle. “You don’t fucking understand” “Then make me!” I yelled back, my rage matching his. “Make me understand what drives you to be so fucking selfish that you want to keep two mates. Tell me what…” “I’m cursed” he roared, those two words hitting me straight at the center of my chest. Cursed. He was cursed just like me. I staggered backwards, my knees buckling under me as I collapsed into the chair. King Leonidas watched me, breathing heavily, the bottle opened and abandoned on the table.

I cast a quick glance around the clearing… looking at the wolves who will not meet my eyes not from compassion that they felt at the injustice I am about to suffer, but from fear of the curse I am made out to be. "You only need someone who would take the fall for you. Someone, anyone really that you can blame," I said softly, already resigning to my fate. "And what better scapegoat, than the one cursed by the moon herself." A bitter and hysterical laugh escapes my lips at that moment. The elder makes no move to deny my reasoning. "A lone wolf brings nothing but a destabilization to the order carefully crafted by pack laws," he replies, the conviction in his voice impossible to deny.