روايات وقصص ضمن Cursed One

After being dumped for the 99th time for being a “chatterbox,” I finally met my soulmate, Lysander Thorne. As the Mafia godfather, he was a man of few words, but listened to every single word I said with rapt attention. His proposal shattered the curse that had doomed me to a hundred rejections. But, I discovered a fatal flaw in Lysander after we got married. Whatever he spoke to me, he never exceeded ten words. I thought it was his stoic personality until I gave a hand to a girl being harassed by a thug at the bar. At the police station, the girl asked, “Has your husband not arrived yet? My friend will pick me up and you can leave with us.” The next second, I saw Lysander rushing in, looking utterly disheveled. “Elara Thorne! Why do you stir up trouble on your very first day back home? You've got wings of your own now, haven’t you? Did I ever tell you to stay safe firstly when something happened? Stop being so impulsive!” It turned out Lysander could get emotional. How ridiculous! When Lysander entered, his eyes were solely fixed on Elara. I looked at him with a blank expression, and wordlessly walked out of the police station.

I thought my biggest problem was falling for the wrong man. Turns out, the real mistake was getting trapped between two brothers who would burn the world down just to hurt each other. One became my past. The other became my cage. Now I’m stuck inside a life built on secrets, obsession, and violence—where every choice I make seems to drag me deeper into him instead of farther away. I’ve tried fighting him. I’ve tried hating him. God help me, I’ve even tried resisting the way my heart reacts whenever he looks at me. Nothing works. And the more I learn about him, the more I realize one terrifying truth: People close to him don’t survive for long.

After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly. "Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?" I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?" The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery." Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger. "I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?" She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking." After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker. Report me to the police? I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on. I'd show her what a split-second response was.

Claire life crashes when she comes home to an empty apartment. Her boyfriend, Ben had run away with all her savings, sold all her furniture, leaving her with nothing but a broken heart. She tries to forget the heart ache by having a one night stand with a handsome stranger. Her luck changed when her father, a media mogul, who she never thought existed shows up introducing her to her step brother. But in an odd twist she realizes that he was her one night stand.

To keep the peace between humans and shifters, those chosen by the Oracle are forced to mate with their bound partners. And me? I was forced to be the shared mate of twin black dragons. Every night, I brewed two glasses of moon-wine to help them sleep. The older brother, Kaelen, was cold. But when he took his glass, his scalding fingertips would brush my wrist in a silent promise, and he’d murmur a soft thanks. But the younger one, Cassian? A vicious temper. He’d smash the glass, hurl insults, and crush me with the weight of his dragon aura. I had been lying to myself. Walking on eggshells. Desperately keeping a fragile peace. Until a fellow apothecary told me the truth. She hesitated, then said: "He treats you like dirt. The other one is gentle. Why do they both get the same precious moon-wine? How is that fair to the one who actually cares?" I thought about it all day. She was right. Late that night, I left the apothecary in a sheer silk robe, carrying only one glass of moon-wine.

He was her stepbrother. Lucien Thorne. Alpha Heir to the Moon Walker Pack. Dashingly hot, billionaire, with all the girls trying to get into his bed. He has always hated Maeve, or so she thinks, until a reckless night changes everything between them. Maeve never wanted her mom's new husband's help. She wanted to be independent, but after her boyfriend of three years took off with her life savings, she was forced to move in with her mother and, by extension, Lucien Thorne. He's cold and dismissive towards her, but that same night, they crossed a line that shouldn't be crossed. It's a night of unbridled passion, one that she can't get again but Lucien isn't ready to let go. A taste is enough to make him cave. She's the stepsister he's always wanted, and now that he's had a taste, he wants every last bit of her.

Rejected by her fated Alpha on the night she was to become Luna, Saelaith Night is cast out from the only home she’s ever known. But this is no ordinary exile. Hidden within her veins flows a forgotten bloodline tied to the Moon Goddess herself; a power that could shake the foundations of the entire werewolf world. Now hunted, betrayed, and armed with ancient secrets, Saelaith must rise from the ashes as the rogue Luna; stronger, fiercer, and more determined than ever. But Alpha Vaeron Stone, the cold and ruthless leader who rejected her, is not done with her yet. Their broken bond harbors dark magic, deadly enemies, and a love neither can forget. In a world where packs vie for power, secrets breed betrayal, and the Moon’s prophecy spells doom or salvation, Saelaith faces a choice: surrender or claim the throne by any means necessary. Will she become the Luna of no one; or the goddess they all fear?

Marissa is a beautiful woman from a privileged family, but has no mate. Everything changes at the annual festival when her gaze collides with Justin, the devastatingly handsome and ruthless son of the Lycan King. The pull of the mate bond hits her like fire, but Justin doesn’t acknowledge her as his mate. Instead, he offers something far crueler: he wants her to be his toy, his distraction, while he prepares to wed someone else. Forced to work for him under the shadow of their bond, Marissa wrestles with her pride and desire. She won’t beg for love, but how can she resist the man who sets her soul ablaze—even if he’s the one who might destroy her?

Unrequited love is the worst. It never quenches your thirst. When you love someone the most, but they treat you like a ghost. You don't exist to them, even if they're your gem. It hurts your heart and tears you apart. _________________________________________ She loves him and he loves another, but he loves her too. He loves her and she loves another, but perhaps he is wrong. Maybe he's the one she actually loves. So, who does she love more? Mahendra or Vikram?

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."