Cursed Pickup Lines Novels & Stories

he said softly, “you are untouched.” “Untouched by what?” she snapped. Alaric’s eyes darkened. “By the curse.” The word landed like a blade. “What curse?” she asked, though dread already coiled in her gut. He exhaled slowly, as though choosing how much truth to spill. “Any woman who comes too close to me dies.” Her breath caught. “That’s impossible.”

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.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

he winked “What? You’re very delusional” I shook my head “No, I’m not. You asked me for a better pickup line. If you didn’t like me , you wouldn’t have cared “ he shrugged “That’s your business. I don’t care about whatever you’re saying “ I crossed my arms “Well, your loss because I already have a recording of when you asked me to. A little more editing and it’d be your words against mine “ he smirked proudly “You are sick. I don’t know what the fudge you mean “ I spat, getting up to go upstairs to Vitali’s room

“Or are you just that desperate to be alone?” I felt a lump form in my throat, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “They don’t want me. They think I’m cursed, that I’m a tool, something to be used.” My voice broke, and I felt tears sting my eyes as I looked away, embarrassed. “Cursed.” He echoed the word thoughtfully, like he was turning it over in his mind. “Interesting. You know, curses can be broken...if you're willing to pay the price.”

Winston asked. "You’re right. But the one who cursed me was an earth witch. I don’t know why the notes are in the ice witch language." Vlador responded. "I’m sorry, but can you tell me what the curse is?" Winston asked. Vlador paused, then answered, "I will never feel full, and I will never sleep. That’s my curse." "Oh, you poor young man," Winston sighed. "If that’s the curse, perhaps I was wrong to think it involved two bloodlines. The term 'mortal girl' also seems too odd for this curse. Did I mistranslate it?" He reached for his dictionary again.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 ‘Catalina Blessed Theodore,’ my mother gave me that name, hoping that I would be blessed all my life, but it seems quite the opposite, what you ordered vs what you got. I’m literally cursed and screwed. Somehow, I always end up in crises. More like, ‘Catalina Cursed Theodore.’ Every second I turn around, Rook the bully is ogling at me so intensely, it's uncomfortable, so I just choose not to look in his direction, not even by mistake.

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

I replied absentmindedly, my attention already drifting back to the papers scattered across the table. "What the heck? Ordering a wedding dress online is like inviting a curse to follow you around forever," Rachel exclaimed, feigning shock and horror. I couldn't help but burst into laughter at her dramatic declaration. "Oh no, not the dreaded online shopping curse! We can't risk it," I replied, joining in on the playful theatrics. Rachel gasped dramatically, clutching her chest as if warding off an impending curse. "I'm not kidding. The wedding curse of bad luck is very real."

She has knowledge regarding curses as she studies occult science and magic. Celine walks out of Ezra’s room, and I follow her. “Um, Lin?” I ask, and she stops. “You know so much about curses…” I say as I move closer to her. “Can’t you recommend a way to lift his curse?” My voice is laced with desperation.