Cursed Sentences Romane & Geschichten

A short, broken sound that had no humor anywhere near it, like something had cracked loose and that was the only noise it could make on its way out. "He sent me a card," Caden said, staring at the counter, not really looking at anything. "When you were diagnosed. He sent flowers to your office. A card that said fight this, we need you." He shook his head slowly. "He wrote that to you while he was sitting on the exact same thing happening to himself." He stood up so fast the stool scraped hard against the floor. "I need to go." "Caden—" Isla started. "I need to go right now."

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.

Only now the roles were reversed. 'Fuck! Cheetah's curses are finally ready to bite me in the ass!'

Gunner thought. "Did you just say cursed?" Madam Dera asked, seems she just understood the meaning of the words spoken by the wizard "But how?" She asked. Gunner returned his head to his consultation, he raised his head "This curse is so strong, the spells were sealed with a strong sacrifice and it is not penetrable, "this is..." He paused as he looked around "unto death" Kaiden's eyes watered. 'What have I done wrong!' He lamented mentally, the news pierced his very soul.

Until exhaustion dragged me under like a wave. And as I drifted into sleep, my last coherent thought was a curse. A curse on the day I met Adrian Vale. A curse on the day I met Maribel Cross. A curse on every moment I'd wasted loving people who saw me as nothing but a resource to exploit. Never again. Never fucking again. ​

Conor, Bart and Arthur also followed suit giving Eldon serious looks. “Curses.” Eldon said the word shaking his head. “Curses are meant not only to destroy one person. They are meant to destroy everything. The last person who was cursed killed every living thing in a town. And then he killed himself after finally losing his mind in two days. The fact that Kay is strong willed- Strong enough to fight that level of hate for days is amazing. Be glad none of you saw her thoughts. You would have abandoned her after the first set of ideas she had.”

“Only the curse can kill you. I wish it were not this way. I wish your death wouldn’t be painful and long, but it will.” The world sagged around me; her words were a dark promise of what lay ahead. The curse, a shadow lurking, always there, always creating this barrier between me and happiness. A familiar pain echoed through my soul, a pain I’d lived with for years, now more poignant, more unforgiving. “This curse cannot be stopped,” she continued, her voice a sad requiem. “It has to run its course, its own cruel way.” Her expression was full of regret, kindness entwined with sorrow.

From that moment on, it existed only but has not truly lived at all. * * * Somewhere in the vast intricate surfaces of creation, particularly in a huge prison cell of unruly criminals and hapless mortals, a cursed boy swore with such an artistic tongue for profanity. "I told you not to do it, old man! DAMN YOU!"

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...”

Anton was a good leader, and Marcus was a nice enough guy for a man who allowed children to be stolen and purchased for their abilities. We knew never to cross him. Even Anton didn't question Marcus. They kept Lucian on as the lead henchman, and it took everything inside me not to kill him. We still hunted dangerous supernatural beings and creatures that escape from the depths of places worse than hell, but with a new name and new types of missions. The "school" still owned us. I don't know that we would ever be free. Not if we had anyone we cared about. We had to take on contracts from humans to keep the school's doors open. Thadeous was good at getting support for his evil missions and per