Cursed Things To Say Novels & Stories

“Go on, say it. I know it’s nothing. I know it is. I’m grasping at straws here.” “It’s just… we know all of us are cursed, don’t we? And the whole witch thing… aren’t they just people who take cooking a bit too seriously and enjoy foraging for, like, stinging nettles?” Cin sat up, closing her book carefully on her lap and folding her legs up under her. “We don’t know all of us are cursed, though, do we?” she pointed out. “It’s the land that’s cursed, not us. Is there anything on that, Rhi?”

The conversation seemed intense, a weight pressing upon him. After a while, he uttered a frustrated curse under his breath, the word sharp and revealing his discomfort. "Shit."

Say dirty, filthy words of things I wanted to do to him but I was scared that I might say something wrong. Could I say I want to choke on your cock again? Or I’m going send my juice running down your tongue? I cringed at the thought. “Now go lay like a gentle little girl.” He said, his voice getting deeper and rougher with need. I nodded again, and stepped back in bed. Damn El. Quit being an obedient puppy and say something. “I want you to fill every inch of me with your huge cock, Cruz.” I spewed out before I could even stop myself, and regretted it almost immediately. I didn’t want to sound stupid but now I did, especially when Cruz erupts in a laugh.

He doesn't know me enough to realize I'm actually okay with whatever bad thing that happens to me. "You're my mate, so I guess you should know this..." I mumble, Justin gives me a very stressed out look, "I'm cursed." "What?" He asks, face all scrunched up, "What do you mean? By a witch or something?" I laugh. "No, just by life. I'm a bad luck magnet. Everything that could possibly go wrong... it will one hundred percent go wrong for me," I let him know. He looks dumbfounded, "So we say I'm cursed, it's just a funny little thing.”

But the beast wanted you to suffer, as I had suffered over the years. Do you remember the words, Percival? "May no food calm your hunger, nor drink quench your thirst. May you forget joy, happiness, and suffer no sorrow or loss. May no laughter brighten your day, nor tears calm your mood. Until the last of my breaths is expired, may you be cursed." Did your skin crawl as you read those words?

‘If you feel like everything was such a pain, how about you curse them out?’ He recalled that he coughed as the tips of his ears reddened at that absorb order. ‘Why? Cursing is not your thing? Ey… you should try. Just try it once. It is fun. Trust me.’ Hades shook his head and laughed again. “How about you unhand my precious people?” One voice greeted him. Zutup! At the same time, a short knife cut through the wind, straight to Hades’s neck.

He took a little step back, so that my index finger wouldn't hit him. How dare he say that! Of everything he said, that's the only thing I understood. In vain! Did he just call me stupid!? If your learning a new language the first thing you really remember are curses, bad words, swearing, and insults! That's proven and tested by yours truly. So I know very well what non in Feysac means! Does he think I'm that stupid! Yes I know if I'm stupid but only me, myself, and I can insult myself hmmp!

“You already woke me up, I could hear your heart beat from a mile away, so just spit it out.” “Well I...I don’t want to sleep next Zique. I want to stay in my room.” “Then go in your room and lock the door and when he knocks, tell him to f*ck off.” “I...I’m...” “What? You don’t know how to say f*ck?” “It’s a curse word, mom said not to use it.” At her words, Gabe chuckled, patting the spot beside him on the sofa. “You’re cute and innocent, come sit.”

Once just now, and once the day before. "And what did he mean by 'cursed goods'? Should I believe him?" In the antique world, "cursed goods" was insider slang. They referred to items with dubious origins, or antiques tainted by malignant energy that disrupted geomancy and fortune. Estelle's expression shifted as realization dawned, her eyes growing even more curious. "Who exactly is he?" Girls were like that. One might not leave any impression if they did as they expected. But the moment one did something out of line, one sparked curiosity instead.

My vision swerved, my head aching badly but I still opened my mouth to retort. 'Shut it girl! Don't say a word' my brain warns but still… "Father's should not curse, it's bad" I pouted, "Father should stick to sucking dicks." "Stupid bitch" he sneered angrily, "I'm going to end you, see you in hell"