Cursed Pictures Novels & Stories

She grew accustomed to this, and to ignoring them. This was different. These not-so-innocent pictures stirred her up more than anything else she could remember. She found the pictures of the black penis to be mesmerizing. She took a deep breath and ignored the strong instinct to delete the photos and never again have to deal with them, she instead saved them to her photos and continued shopping.

The way he ravished and rough handled her in the pictures made me think it was all Photoshop at first. The idea of Photoshop was soon dispelled when I saw Bussy and Felicia sipping some alcoholic drinks in some pictures. My heart must have sunk below my solar plexus when I saw how Bussy giggled while the hands of the strange man caressed her breasts and thighs. beneath her pink gown. The pictures were unbelievable. It was a good thing that the Law of Torts didn’t come around because I wouldn’t have been able to learn or assimilate anything if he had come to lecture.

A black woman was bent over at the waist with a fat cock filling her pussy while her face was being pushed into the juicy cunt of a sitting white girl who had a cock in each hand and a pair of fake tits that were already splattered with cum. Another folder named, "Jills," contained dozens of photos of lesbian sex. There were girls and women eating each other's pussies in sixty-nines. Close-ups of pretty faces pressed against smooth cunts. Pictures of sexy girls kissing, and of naked young bodies held tightly together under a shower head.

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

That seemed to work at least. "Thank you." I said but she didn't reply. Not that I care. I kept looking out the window, trying to get rid of my nervousness. I distracted myself with the many beautiful sights we passed by. The carriage rode through what I assume to be a market due to how busy it is. I could see slave trade shops, human girls were shamelessly being auctioned like animals and it made my blood boil. Vampires really have no value for human life, it's no wonder my species have been at war with them for centuries. Their cruelty is legendary.

I stop abruptly and the man stops with me, his hand grabbing my arm and pulling me close. "Did not think someone like you would be this shy-" he traces my face with the back of his fingers and I slap his hand away from my face, shaking lightly. "Someone like me?!" I hiss between my teeth and it seems that my rage only fuels something within the man as he smirks at me, showing off his disgustingly yellow teeth. Up close, Father Cassimir is even more disgusting. Maybe if he took better care of himself... no! It was a matter of the heart! his heart was tainted and no amount of water and soap would wash that away!

It could be a rumour that he was cursed but he seemed to acknowledge it himself. "I doubt whatever lacked proof." I answered, hoping he would laugh and mock me for falling prey to his prank. But he didn't. "You amuse me Lila." He stared intensely at me as his eyes shifted from maroon to crimson and back, very quickly. "Are you okay?" I couldn't help but ask. He looked like something was happening to him. Was it the curse? "After having seven she-wolves die in my name, I don't think I would ever be okay." He had a smile on his face, a painful one.

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.

When my vision finally focused, I looked down and saw that the box was open. There was no crystal ball that contained a curse. There were no strange objects present, only a photograph and a small bottle containing a purple liquid. I didn’t know what to feel as I looked down. More like disappointed? We went through so much fear, so much tension for what?! For a photograph and a small bottle of whatever that was for?! “What is this? I thought this was the source of the curse?!” I asked Lord Markis, enraged at what I saw because it was something I never expected. Was this some kind of a joke?! I had no idea what was happening!