Novel & Cerita Cursed Things To Say

“You need to know one thing, you headless cunt…” “And you really need to learn manners. You can’t come to someone’s house, unarmed, and then call them a cunt. That is super brainless of you.” I wasn’t angry. Not like I was at first when I heard him say that. I was at a point where I believed that the C word was his default when he experienced great distress.

“How is it being disrespectful if I’m pointing out the truth?” Seriously? How thick-headed is this guy? I glare up at Alex, but he doesn’t even seem to understand that I’m mad. He just keeps studying my face with that questioning look on his own, and I growl. “You’re such a...” I don’t dare to call him an idiot, so I shyly mumble, “Pain in the butt..” Alex snorts. “Is that the best curse you got?” “Ape.” “Really?” he challenges with a smirk. “Didn’t the werewolves teach you how to cuss?”

I spit the words out, as they leave a foul taste in my mouth. "Dark Magic!"

Is it more worse than AIDS? When the pressure rises beyond my control I fired “Fuck you bitch” “Fuck you old cunt” “you shitty bastard.” “Mr bald head don't you touch me” “leave me the fuck alone” “get your scrawny hands of me,” I couldn't help it; my fleeting thoughts were tormentors, a torture I couldn't escape.

"I'm cursed" I clamped my hands over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. "What kind of curse?" I asked curiosity getting the best out of me. "I don't have human feelings, I can't be happy, I can't be sad, I can't fall in love, anything feelings, I don't have" What?! I almost cried for him as he spoke, how did he get cursed? Who did he offend? How does he cope? "Why are you telling me?" I asked.

She says, hoping her simple words would heal her son in a way, but he turned to her, now showing off his teary face, and asked. "Amen I cursed? His question hurt her so much she wish she could curse death and ill-fated events that keeps occuring and reoccurring. "I have money, I have all the material things, but I am not able to save people that are dear to me. I think I am cursed". His mother kept shaking her head in disagreement. She opened her mouth to cancel him and tell him he was blessed, but her voice failed her, she is supposed to be strong to console him, but he ended up consoling her.

Her words were still running through my mind, and I couldn’t forget them. “Fuck!” I cursed, messing up my hair in frustration. Damn it.

Grayson steps forward, "hmm, he's right. If you don't have a heart, it only means you've cursed yourself-... which mean you have a weakness." I've heard of cursed demons - they're called shadows. But I've never heard of one cursing themselves. Still, there's always a price to pay. What's the saying again, 'when you curse someone, you're just digging your own grave.' Fenrir's paws tap beside me, and my gaze turns to his. His eyes are soft but fierce - a wolfish grin splitting across his face. Charming's right, I forget who I'm with - I'm not alone.

My mouth fell open in awe and the only curse was left in my mind, Fuck You!!!