Cursed Things To Say 소설 & 이야기

Till the day I die. That is my curse.

Throwing the glass against the nearest wall, I cursed, "Fuck it." Weren't things twisted enough?

Fenrir's defiant voice spoke my thoughts. “You. Are. Cursed.”

Remembering made me shudder. He gave me a sharp look. "You heard them? Felt them?" "I - Yes, I think so." I stepped closer to him, suddenly afraid. I knew nothing about where I was. Leo placed his hands on my bare arms. "Those are the Cursed. They are creatures who turned their backs on Polonias and the goodness of the magic in the land. They are like the demons of your world. Some are desperate for a way out of the darkness, while others seek to pull unsuspecting travelers in. They are the cause of the Sickness." He shook his head. "Did you understand them?"

Why are you here? Shouldn't you be reading some other story instead? I mean, who wants to hear about some cursed woman that is responsible for the death of her entire pack? Women, children, warriors. The Alpha and Luna. So many innocents died that night because of me you know..... turn away before it's too late. Please. You're.... still here? What do you mean you don't believe in my curse?! ........ listen, sir or ma'am or....... person? It doesn't matter who or what you are, this will find you and hurt you. So go before I hurt someone else. A stranger no less..

Be aware and don't get your hopes up too much or you'll be crushed again for the umpteenth time! *** To be continued.... Don't forget to look forward to the next chapter

At the same time, he vomited a mouthful of blood as his heart received a huge impact. “D*mn! What the hell is this heart? “I refuse to be taken in by this fallacy! “Three thousand worlds, grant me strength! “Great Enfeeble! “Great Curse! “Great Plague! “Great Bewitchment! “Great Fate! “...”

And the God followed that threat with a gentle laugh. I, in disbelief, whispered the word that I hadn't uttered for so long. "Scumbag." But Arche obviously heard me because he suddenly stopped laughing. "Ah, pardon my vulgar vocabulary," I said, then I gave the God my infamous arrogant smirk. "I should have said 'may your hairline decline each time your divine mouth sprouts garbage' instead." I should thank my mother’s journal for teaching me well. Ah, no… It’s more like 'Meredith’s Guide to Eloquent Cursing 101.' After all, the journal was filled with her unique way of cursing

Bits of Cerberus fuzz stuck to his five 'o clock shadow. “I told you not to disturb me,” he said. He sighed, massaging his brow. “You're a handful, maggot- I'll give you that.” He scanned my breasts. “More than a handful, actually. I only hope you're worth my time.” I scoffed in disgust. “Pig.” “Monkey.” “Necrophiliac.” “Ditz.” “Can a ditz ride a pale horse?” “Anytime, worm, if that ditz is you.”