Cursed Rapper Images Novels & Stories

“It’s ok Ben. I’m not afraid. Don’t be afraid. That’s what this whole curse is about, making us suffer. Don’t do it. We’re going to live our lives and be happy no matter what. He can kill us, but he can’t wipe those memories away from us. You don’t have to be afraid of losing me and Eliza. We will always, always come back to you. Fuck him. Fuck that ugly, creepy bastard.” Ben laughed out loud. He didn’t remember ever hearing Imara say fuck before, not outside of his bed anyway. He took her chin in his hand. “Where’d that dirty mouth come from?” Imara put her hand on Ben’s. “Everything’s different now, Ben, even me. It’s a good thing. That mean old man doesn’t know what’s waiting for him thi

My eyes grew twice the size of a ping-pong ball. "Don't look at me like that, she's got nice butt!" Cammie just said as if it would justify her naughty deed. "Besides she helped me with my Sanskrit homework, so I made her scream my name along with her Hindu gods." "You're going to hell, Cam, you know that," I said, even I'm not religious. "I bet hell is full of fabulous people like me." She smirked.

Then, I can give you and the baby a stable life. "Trust me, it won't be much longer..." The video cut off. The viewers and the crowd who had been attacking me moments before immediately turned on Rick, whose face had gone pale. After all, a man cheating was far more infuriating than vague accusations of child abuse. In an instant, Rick became the target of everyone's anger. He took several hits from the crowd. Alice, who was hiding nearby, was dragged out as well and slapped across the face repeatedly. Watching the two people who had been betraying me for over a decade finally face the consequences felt deeply satisfying. However, some viewers were still fixated on the truth.

He was phenomenally rich, extremely powerful and reputed to be quite ruthless. Unfounded rumors claimed that he had a ravenous appetite and spent a lot of money on prostitutes and unfortunate women who were in debt. Some even claimed that in exchange for paying off what they owed, he made women sign a document promising to give him b***h services for a predetermined amount of time. Defending him against accusations of rape or assault. Was this the man into whose clutches she had fallen? Could it possibly be that he was her captor? That he had acted on her and bought 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.

While I am still happy within, I begin to hear different voices. "This looks like a prison…" "Yeah… someone Locked within it." "Yeah… she looks so innocent." 'Arrgh… rival pack and their incessant trouble!' I am frustrated. I feel angry and would want to act out of impulse. 'These guys are crazy… visiting someone and puking rubbish … I so much hate them…. I hope they will let me rest,' I complain heavily as if they have my neck already.

Sluggishly I turn around with my glass of water but nearly drops it at the sight that greets me. Vance isn't wearing a shirt, leaving his upper body naked while his lower body is covered in a pair of black sweatpants that look so fitting around his hips. Subconsciously, I rack my brown eyes over his strong arms with a moon tattoo on the left, the abs on his flat stomach, the wolf tattoo below his left beast, the sharp V line that goes straight into his pants and I see the obvious bulge in his pants. Oh fuck! I'm a virgin! I quickly turn back to the sink and chuck down my glass of water.

Robert grumbled thrusting the money in his pocket. He clicked a picture of the girl and sent it to all his men. He had to get rid of Ranger as soon as possible. He didn’t want any trouble in his area.

He didn't want to believe her words, she couldn't have been talking about Zara. He shook her shoulders violently when she continued to wail unceasingly. She looked up at him then, her gaze filled with urgency. "I'm not mad! I've seen the visions, Herak will return, and darkness along with him! He'll kill her! His curse will make them perish, I'm not mad! I'm not mad! I saw it! " she sobbed continuously. The more she spoke, he felt as though she was pulling out his nightmares, breathing life into them, his heart pumped furiously until he finally exploded, shoving her away with as much force as he could muster.

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.