Cursed Things To Say Novels & Stories

I mutter and the hold he has on my neck tightens. “I want you out of my house! I don’t wish to see your fucking disgusting face ever again you hear me? Run back to the males who sent you and tell them I refuse to fuck your little pussy. Go somewhere else to fill your cunt. Your little façade of the bond won’t work on me!” Those filthy words of curse crushed my heart to the bits and I could feel my ears bleeding. “H-how could you say such t-things! I n-never knew s-someone could so casually hurl s-such d-disgusting words to their f-female!” I barely utter as my eyes grow blurry.

Ren cursed. “Shit!”

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!"

His words were provocative. Alana. A young girl chuckled, her expression unfriendly. She was probably my age. “She’s a bringer of curses.” “Yes, that's what I mean,” added Paul. “I think so,’ Maya also spoke up. “No doubt about it,” Gerald agreed. A curse? How dare they say that about me? Their hurtful words made my chest feel tight. I would mark Paul, Gerald, Alana, and Maya as people to avoid and be wary of. The frightened voices supporting the idea of a curse increasingly dominated the room. Finally, Leon broke the commotion again. “Enough.”

That we do stupid things in the presence of each other. "Do you still believe that we are cursed by gypsies? I do not believe that we are. I believe that we ought to be silly in each other's presence. I believe that we. Can't do better. By believing in our love for each other. We can do much better than this. I believe that we are so crazy in love with each other that we just do stupid things in the presence of each other, and we have to stop believing in curses and stupid things like that. My mother says that we have to stop believing in the negativity because then we will always draw negativity towards us," I say.

With a swift, deliberate motion, I spat directly onto his face, the act a visceral declaration of my disgust and loathing. "Screw you, Lucien,” I snarled, venom dripping from my voice. “I loathe you.” His eyes widened in shock, but his furrowed brows betrayed a flicker of concern. “I hate you so much, I wish the curse consumes you, that you suffer a death so agonizing, so merciless, that nothing – not gods, not magic, not even the most powerful witch– can save you,” I spat, tears streaming down my face as I hurled the words at him like daggers. “May the moon goddess herself forsake you, may your death be a slow, torturous march into eternal darkness, and may the curse be your eternal shroud.

Braylon’s pride was beginning to get hurt, he was resisting the curse words that were about to pile up inside him. Grandma Aubrey could hear him if he had cursed in his mind and that would only make things get worse. Imogen on the other side was smirking and ready to see his pride get hurt. She was waiting for him to say the word and use it against him till her time in the mansion elapses.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

"FUCK YOU! YOU PIECE OF SHIT! DAMN YOU! YOU’RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE! BLOODY MORON! I hope you burn in hell..." And much more. In one breath, Zoe unleashed a torrent of curses that had been held back for years.

"Oh darling. Even if you weren't looking for trouble, trouble will still find you because you are cursed." I looked up to her, my teeths itching to speak. "Oh don't fucking look at me like that. Do you think it's normal for a girl to be madly in love with her brother and want to badly have sex with him? You may think it's sexy but I am telling you now that it's only happening because you are cursed and the sooner you accept it, the better it will be for you." I could hear the mummurs in the crowd and I loathed every sound of it. It itched my body, making me to want to run to a corner and hide.