Cursed Quote Novels & Stories

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

Alaric was busy studying some reports when he sensed someone standing at the door. His face contorted with irritation on seeing Ruby. “What do you want?” He asked in a slightly irritated voice. “Nothing, I just came to congratulate you…” Ruby said walking and sitting opposite him. Alaric’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He tried to recall if there was anything that she should be congratulating him for. When Alaric didn’t reply, Ruby continued, “You found a way to counter that Witch’s curse, right…”

I'll die a sad and lonely wolf and all because my father thinks keeping me locked up like this is protecting me. I know you'll probably ask why I don't just go outside without Siri noticing but believe me, I've tried. The cottage is fortified with some sort of magic or enchantment, anyone can just walk in and out, anyone except me. Each time I try to walk out that door, I become enveloped by excruciating pain and it almost feels like I'm engulfed in fire, the flames blazing at my skin piece by piece.

This felt like a scene out of a fictional book. "I think I'm going crazy." She mutters to herself as she fetches a glass cup, fills it with water and gulps it down. 'You haven't answered my question.' He continues, his voice a low growl. She sighs. What question? 'Oh, for the bloody cursed tomb! Why shouldn't I kill him? You definitely do not like him and I sense resentment. Maybe even hate.' I don't hate him. I don't? 'You bloody do!'

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"I'm not your audience." "You're exactly my audience. If it makes you laugh, it'll work on anyone." Caden cleared his throat and read from his phone. "Zachary once told me he didn't believe in soulmates. Then he met a woman who apologized to a door frame, and somehow that became the most romantic thing he'd ever witnessed. I think that says more about Zachary's standards than it does about door frames." Sloane's mouth twitched. "That's not a laugh," Caden said.

It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.

She raised her middle finger and cursed in a low voice, "D*mn you!" "Who are you cursing?" Zren's body stiffened because of shock when she heard a man's voice behind her. She looked back and saw another old man, Quarent. "I'm cursing the door because I freaking hate it. I hate it so much!" Zren furiously said and walked away. When Zren was already out of Quarent's line of sight only did he walk inside Louzvent's office. "What happened? The kid seems furious. She even raised her middle finger and cursed you outside the door," Quarent asked and sat on the sofa.

"Oh darling. Even if you weren't looking for trouble, trouble will still find you because you are cursed." I looked up to her, my teeths itching to speak. "Oh don't fucking look at me like that. Do you think it's normal for a girl to be madly in love with her brother and want to badly have sex with him? You may think it's sexy but I am telling you now that it's only happening because you are cursed and the sooner you accept it, the better it will be for you." I could hear the mummurs in the crowd and I loathed every sound of it. It itched my body, making me to want to run to a corner and hide.

QUINN Under that, folded in multiple layers of parchment, lay one of the books I’d come across when I started to suspect Theodore of betrayal. The one who talked of the curse in cryptic terms. The one I never did risk opening after that. I put it on the table, hands still. And I began to read. --- *The curse, in the original language, was neverending. It had no cure. But it was me who had ended it — unmade the bond that had been holding it up.