Novel & Cerita Cursed Tails Doll

Stripped of her birthright. Betrayed by her twin. Rejected by her mate. Laura Gilbert once destined to be Silvermoon packs luna is casted aside for lacking a wolf. Branded a traitor. Sold into slavery. Her life shatters.. until a rival Alpha sees what others don’t in her: Power. Alpha of Blackmoon pack. Damian Blake. He wants Laura’s fury not her love. Laura must decide to rise from the ashes and reclaim her fate or stay broken. Revenge has a cost… but love demands even more.

Everyone in the underworld knew Rosalie Thorne, the "Thorn Principessa" of the North. Wild, rebellious, notorious. Street racing, high-stakes gambling, guns, and drinking, she had mastered them all. The rose-and-thorn tattoo on the nape of her neck drove countless men wild. But what they didn't know was that for Rocco, the new mob boss of the South, a single sentence, "I prefer a more obedient woman," was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian. "Rosalie, she has a temper. She'll make a scene if she doesn't get the title." "You're the good one, the obedient one. Just let her have this." That day, I walked straight out into the rain and never looked back. I was never truly obedient. I just made myself smaller for him. My family had already chosen a husband for me. They had been waiting five years, just for me to say yes.

I, Opal, was tossed into the Seven Tower Gate prison by my father, the ruthless Alpha. The world thinks I'm dead- a lie to keep me hidden. Cursed by a witch's hex, I'm a hurricane of destruction. My father wants my power, drained and gone. But I'm his worst nightmare. Six days left with the crescent moon closing in, I catch a scent. My wolf roars, everything shifts. "Mate," it growls, changing the game. Salvation or demise, the choice is mine.

Prologue “We can’t be together,” he whispered, voice breaking. “You are my destruction.” Tears burned her eyes as she shook her head, stepping closer even though it felt like standing at the edge of a blade. “And you… are my ruin too.” The words tasted like a goodbye neither of them could accept. They were bound by something older than choice, older than mercy. A curse carved into blood and grief, waiting patiently for the moment they would finally meet. They were never meant to love safely. And if they ever surrendered to it— One would die. The other would be destroyed by love. The curse waited patiently. And destiny, cruel and inevitable, had already begun to pull them closer.

On the day of my son's one-month celebration, my notoriously stingy sister-in-law surprised me with a branded baby bottle. But instead of accepting it, I turned away and gave it to the neighbor's cruel son who had XYY syndrome. In my previous life, I had accepted that bottle with genuine gratitude, using it day and night to feed my son. I never imagined that a month later, in the dead of night, my son would suddenly suffer a heart attack and die in my arms. Strangely enough, the very next day after my son passed, my sister-in-law's sickly child—who had been confined to the neonatal intensive care unit since birth—was miraculously discharged in perfect health. Losing my son shattered me completely. I spent my days drowning in tears. My husband called me a cursed woman, claimed I brought nothing but disaster, and demanded a divorce. Not only that, but he insisted I leave with nothing. When I refused, he and my sister-in-law joined forces and accidentally beat me to death. It wasn't until after I died that I learned the truth. The woman I had thought was my husband's younger sister wasn't his blood relative at all. She had been adopted by his mother years ago to be raised as his future wife. Together, they had plotted to destroy me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister-in-law handed me that baby bottle.

Born cursed and always overshadowed by her perfect sister, Rhea has spent her life hidden in the shadows of the pack. Marked as the "Cursed Omega", she’s dismissed until the Alpha’s son, newly mated to her sister Vira, begins to see the strength within Rhea that no one else ever did. As mysterious visions strike and enemies close in, Rhea may be the pack’s only hope for survival. But with forbidden love and ancient powers stirring, saving the pack might come at the ultimate cost.

I thought it was a one-night stand. But he’s an alpha wolf shifter. And I’m his fated mate. When the wickedly handsome, tattooed stranger saved me from getting stranded, I thought he was a good guy. I thought it would be one night of passion in this foggy, misty stretch of forest far from home. A night where I didn’t have to be the good girl. The responsible daughter. Turns out Desmond River is a wolf shifter. Powerful. Dangerous. Obsessed with me. And he’s holding my father prisoner. So I do what any desperate girl would do. I trade myself to the alpha wolf. But Desmond says outsiders aren’t allowed into his wealthy, secretive wolf pack. He says there’s only one way around it. I have to pretend to be his fated mate. His fiancee. That means sleeping in his bed every night. Pretending to be lovers with my enemy. Except that he touches me like he can’t keep his hands off me. Looks at me like I really am his. The only thing worse than getting in a fake relationship with the man who took me captive…Is that I might be falling for him for real. ? ? ? ? ?

After a dreadful incident, the Prince of Beverly, Sebastian Peters Goldsman was left cursed. Every girl that was set to be his Princess died mysteriously. He couldn't even coerce any; as soon as they started pleasuring, the girls would die. It has stopped bothering him until his f

While shopping, I spotted a good-looking men's tie. I bought it as a birthday gift for my son. I was paying when the clerk suddenly muttered under her breath, "Disgusting!" I was furious. When I got home, I told my husband what happened. He was ready to file a complaint, but the moment he saw the tie, his face took on a strange expression. "Did you really buy this? If you did, we're getting divorced right now!" My mother heard the commotion and came to see what was wrong. When she saw the tie in my hands, the color drained from her face. She pointed at me and screamed, "How did I raise such a monster?!" I stood rooted to the spot, completely lost.

Elena Riccardo was born into luxury, power, and blood. At eighteen, her future was simple: Marry well. Obey her family. Protect the mafia empire carrying her last name. But after receiving a mysterious necklace from Dante Francesco, Elena returns home to find her entire family brutally murdered—and a chilling message waiting for her: Return the necklace… or die next. Now hunted by one of the most dangerous mafia families in Italy, Elena is forced to run with a cursed necklace she cannot take off and secrets powerful enough to start a war. But the most terrifying part? Roberto Francesco—the cold, ruthless heir she never stopped thinking about—is searching for her too. And if the rumors about him are true… Elena may not survive long enough to uncover why the necklace chose her.