Cursed Things To Say Novels & Stories

I shook violently in my restraints, the silence of the van returning as the heavy engine continued to hum beneath us. *I think I am cursed,* I whispered silently to myself, the dark, heavy thought piercing deep into my soul. *Everything I have ever done in this miserable life has brought nothing but absolute calamity and destruction to the people who dare to get close to me. I think I am just the most unlucky, wretched person in the entire world.*

The three of them had a nice and warm breakfast together, filled with laughter and joy. Valle found himself in a dark and scary dream. This place was full of sad images and strange words that echoed in his mind, making him feel uneasy. He stood alone in a large, empty field when a creepy old woman appeared before him. Her eyes stared at him with a strong intensity that made him shiver. She spoke to him in a harsh voice, “Cursed are you. Evil is all you will be known for, and evil is all you will know.”

There, take that you hottie, hot guy! His grin leaves me breathless but then he opens his mouth, and nonsense spills out like word vomit. “Yeah, I have a plethora of words in my arsenal… there’s fuck, fucker, fucked, dickhead, shit, bullshit, ass, asshat…” He continues to list more cuss words. Each curse word becomes more ridiculous than the last. I gaped at him wide-eyed and suddenly busted out laughing. “You’re just a dork, you know that?” I can’t help but smile at him. This scary dude does have a sense of humor.

"Get me the girl, or the next time the curse takes hold, I won't be there to help you hold it back. You’ll burn with the rest of them." The connection snapped shut, leaving me standing in the dark. I let out a roar of frustration and swept my arm across the dresser, sending glass vials and heavy wooden bowls flying across the room. They shattered against the stone walls, but the noise didn't make me feel any better. I kicked a chair, watching it splinter, and cursed Liam’s name under my breath. He was so blinded by his own "morals" that he couldn't see we were all heading for a cliff. I needed that curse lifted, and I wasn't going to let his sudden conscience ruin my life.

Why aren’t they working the way they are supposed to? I taste blood on my tongue from where I’ve been biting too hard in my lower lip. My magic power is running out. If I don’t want to resort to that, I need to finish this now! “Curse of poison. Curse of rot. Curse of internal bleeding. Curse of broken bones. Curse of pain…” I mutter so quickly under my breath that it becomes a reflex action. I keep going until I am sure he is dead then I stop.

Seeing her confused look, he explains about the aphrodisiac powder. "I should have been stronger. We're cursed, you know," he says quietly. "Cursed be he that lieth with his sister, the daughter of his father, or the daughter of his mother. Deuteronomy 27:22," he quotes, locking eyes with her. "I'm so sorry, Sis." Tears are streaming down his cheeks and Sharon reaches over and pulls him to her, cradling his head against her naked breasts. "What does that mean?" she asks, combing her fingers through his hair as he cries. "To be cursed, I mean."

"And you're the one bringing bad luck—your whole family is bad luck!" Being quite superstitious, Karen hated being cursed at. "You hag! Who are you cursing at? You're probably working at those sex clubs, huh?"

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

I’m so used to everyone in my pack knowing, I almost slipped. “I’m sorry I know it’s frustrating and confusing to you, but don’t let it get you down. Everything will work out. I don’t know what has made you question everything, but I imagine my life in a coven is similar to yours in a wolf pack.” “What do you mean?”