Cursed Things To Say の小説・ストーリー

Things cannot get messier. Fuck. Me.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

If I had known, I'd have said I didn't want a party. Fúck, now I believed I was jinxed. Just as everyone had said. I was a cursed child, and now it was manifesting!

F*ck, I’m losing it in here. I resisted the desire to pull my dress off me, along with everything under, and go over to them, suck each of their needing d*cks till they became sore. ‘Like that’s possible.’ The temperature continued rising and I cursed whoever was behind the controls. ‘I think you should take it easy with curses. Don’t you remember what happened last time?’ The curse. The council said it was my curse that made them sterile. It was scary to think that it could be true.

I'd do anything for this man. So why couldn't I tell him? I sighed and rubbed my eyes. "I'm cursed. Everyone around me dies." Flipping me over, he pinned me down to the bed. "Baby . . ." " His voice was all husky and coarse. "You aren't cursed. That's ridiculous." "But I am," I insisted. "I pissed off some god in my past life and now I'm fucking plagued." He chuckled. "It's not funny!"

"Oh, Zythorath! If my devotion to your worship pleases you, grant my desires." "Speak," commanded Zythorath. "I wish to cast a curse so potent that it transcends life and death, an unshakable affliction," confessed Zephyr, revealing his dangerous and sinful intention.

"Don't you ever dare touch me again or I'll make sure that you're going to regret it. Mark my fucking words!" I have never cursed this much in my entire life. I have never been this mad. My hands just itched to kill once, but now, they're already looking for someone to murder.

This was the first time when I read so many curses from her fingers. Go to hell, dickhead. Your words have no effect on me. Stupid. Idiotic man. Can't even let me be in peace. Try some other ways. Huh. Let me sleep! You suck! Even your body suck with all those fucking abs. Even that fucking hazel eyes and dimple sucks. Your that fucking grin sucks. Your hands sucks. You just suck at every point. Oh, I do suck a lot.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”