Cursed To Feel Novels & Stories

There was no preparation, no lubrication except for the constant, shameful moisture that was still leaking from her pussy from their earlier session. The stretch was immediate and agonizing. It felt like a hot iron was being forced through her, a burning sensation that made her vision go white at the edges. Chloe buried her face into the pillow, a muffled scream tearing from her throat as he forced every thick, unrelenting inch past her tight muscles. He didn't stop until his heavy weight was pressed fully against her, his balls resting against her clit, pinning her to the bed. “This is what the curse feels like,” he snarled against her neck. His breath was hot, smelling of that same charred

Every vein in my body feels like it just filled with molten metal. My vision goes white for a second. Then red. Then black around the edges. Somewhere inside my mind my wolf howls. Not angry. Not fierce. Just pure agony. “Kael!” Darius shouts. I hear his voice like it is coming from underwater. The curse inside me moves. It spreads through my veins like a sickness, crawling up my arms, across my ribs, through my spine. Now I understand. Now I really understand what he lived with all those years.

Kingston POV I had neve‍r felt exhaustio⁠n thi‌s deep as if t‍he weight of the wor‍ld had d⁠ug its claws‌ into my sh‍oulders and refused‍ to le‌t g‍o. Fr⁠eedom from the curse should have felt like victory. Like a breath I h‍ad been starving for‌ fi⁠nally returning to me. Instead… it felt l‍ike grief.‌

He mumbled rubbing his palms over his face in frustration. "The girl looked so vulnerable. I got scared when she begged him. Her defeated gestures scared me, Smith." The man looked at his wife but said nothing. Because it wasn't just her who got scared. He dreaded the way Bella looked so powerless. For the first time, he felt scared, scared of hurting someone innocent. What if the painful curse leaving her heart started to destroy them? Maybe not financially but there was way more painful destruction one can suffer.

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.

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.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

My vision blurred with streaks of red and black, and every nerve ending screamed in agony. I knew this feeling too well. The curse. The same ancient darkness that her grandmother had placed on me now roared back to life with even greater fury. This time it felt stronger and wilder, as if Anya’s closeness somehow fed the flames instead of calming them. My muscles seized violently, twisting with uncontrollable spasms. Pain exploded behind my eyes, and I slammed my fist hard into the stone floor. The impact cracked the surface beneath my knuckles but did nothing to ease the burning inside me.

Words she can’t find inside her mind of believing, words that pinch her heart a million times she ever felt before, a warning of the happiness and sorrow she will take and the curse she will forever cry on. “One of you has to pay the price.” The wind blows hard somewhat bringing the hold of a hand to escape the tight grasp unto her selfless heart, but forgotten past, from the aid of the painful whisper to a call a word was left lingering the forbidden call from someone who never her heart intended to forget. Slowly reaching where her known past remains, a sudden pain, longing, sadness, and a mix of happiness was then bound. Staring at the person who claims that he foresees everything comes t

“They cursed me. Cursed us.” “What?” I say. “I don’t know how it works, I just know it means you won’t feel our bond. Not properly.” My eyes widen, I look to my parents then back at her. Is that the answer? Is that even possible? “I know it sounds mad, I know it does.” She says quickly, desperately while her eyes spin wildly between us all. “But I can feel it, I can feel our connection already, but I know there’s nothing for you. That’s part of it. They wanted me to suffer. They wanted me to feel every awful minute of this.”