Cursed Things To Say Novels & Stories

“Ms. Sterling… shall we get the night started?” Have I uttered a curse word today? If not… well, fuck my life.

"May she never find peace! May she die in some foul, forgotten ditch, to be torn apart by wild beasts, her bones scattered to the winds!" The curse of an old Luna held terrible power. Everyone in the room felt the cold weight of her words. "I curse her soul to burn in hell for all eternity!" Every word was like a silver chain wrapping around my spirit, squeezing until I felt like I would dissipate. "Well said!" Marcus roared, slamming his fist on the table. "A bitch like that deserves to die nameless and rot in an unmarked grave!" "Yes! May her death be as gruesome as possible!" the others chimed in.

I pondered aloud, more to myself than to Cameryn. She hesitated before responding, "Curses are born out of grudges or vendettas. It could be a long-forgotten feud, revenge, or even a misunderstanding. But the fact remains that this isn't a natural disease; it's a curse but the good thing about curses is that they can be broken."

Zaire looked back at Jake and he shrugged upon meeting with Zaire's eyes and then the three of them looked at me. And then with a cold yet bitter laugh I said, "At least, that's what I was taught. Don't poke your nose in people's business. You'll later end up getting hurt." I said finally and turned my head away with a slight chuckle. === Trigger Warning. Lots of cursing from here on. Please move to the next chapter if you are uncomfortable with curses. Thank you for reading "Love And Secrets❤️ I love you guys so much 🥺===

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.

"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.

“Or are you just that desperate to be alone?” I felt a lump form in my throat, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “They don’t want me. They think I’m cursed, that I’m a tool, something to be used.” My voice broke, and I felt tears sting my eyes as I looked away, embarrassed. “Cursed.” He echoed the word thoughtfully, like he was turning it over in his mind. “Interesting. You know, curses can be broken...if you're willing to pay the price.”

I remained unaffected by her insults and removed the bracelet, tossing it into the trash. "This and Ethan are nothing more than trash in my eyes, and I don't want them anymore. If you do, they're yours. I'll consider it as recycling my waste," I said calmly. Mandy trembled with anger, moving closer to me. "Amelia, who do you think you are? What right do you have to talk like that? Look at yourself—you're just a bitter, unwanted woman. How dare you act so high and mighty?"

The woman nodded, glaring hard at me. “Let’s crucify her!” “Let’s burn her?” “She’s needs to die!” I listened to every word they uttered, and I was shocked. What are they talking about, and who are they referring to? A big hand gripped my hair and yanked me forward. “Ahh!” I yelped in pain unexpectedly. “Let’s kill her before she kills us all, the cursed one” The cursed one? Who’s the cursed one? Am I the cursed one?

"I curse you and your bloodline. May you die in agony and burn in the deepest parthell for what you've done to me and my family ." “First of all, I am hell. Secondly, I don’t believe in curses. It is useless what you are doing. Save your strength,” I say. “Curses don’t work, but you know what works? Revenge. Like me taking my revenge out on you for letting Danika escape. Now that is more practical than yapping stupid curses. So, instead of laying curses on me, start praying that we find Danika real soon. Because if she is not found, you will be in here for a long time laying curses”