Cursed To Feel Novels & Stories

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

, Why did I still f eel this way, even after all that I had found out? “Stupid heart”. I let out a sigh,that felt like it took my heart along with it. Yeah, I was definitely cursed.

I feel everything when all I want is nothing. I want nothing. I need nothing. Nothing is better than this. Being no one is better than being someone with no one. No one to love, no one to trust. I lost it all I will lose it all. The hated becoming the hater. This was my curse. I’m the reason for the pain the suffering. Maybe I should be the one dead. I didn’t want to feel like this anymore. I wanted it to end.

After like a few more minutes or so, that was when we decided we needed to test run whatever it was we were feeling. "That doesn't seem right, Aloph." "If feels lighter than normal and it's just too flat." It is as true, that cock swemwd too weird not to get bothered. Never wanted to admit it but at the end, we came right there, where we started. "Did we get cursed for real?" It was hard to believe and most difficult trying to admit the bullshit. "It seems like it, Whadh. We've been cursed for real, because I feel nothing around that area. Nothing at all, which is quite strange."

I looked down trying not to break down into an uncontrollable session of tears. Now I was beginning to understand that I was cursed. Cursed at childbirth by nature. As if suffering the earth curse of being a vampire was not enough, I was still cursed not to behave like one and it was ruining my life for I could not defend myself from my enemies. I could not save myself from my oppressors. I was bound to let them confine me in my little world of unhappiness and watching them make me suffer. Watching them mock me and there was nothing I could do about it.

he yells like crazy, then kicks me in the stomach. I instinctively tense my muscles, which in the end still does nothing. I limp and embrace with my arms. My body is pierced by unimaginable pain, and blood drips from my mouth. Red begins to color the road on which I lie. “Who?” I ask in a trembling voice. The taste of metal overpowers my tongue. I’m afraid. I've never been so afraid in my life. I’m slowly getting used to the idea that there is some kind of curse hanging over me that takes the lives of everyone I love. Yes, I’m cursed.

I could feel myself inching closer and closer, teetering on the edge of an explosion that promised to be all-consuming. "Fuck. Fuck!" A series of curses invaded my ears, seemingly adding fuel to the fire. I could feel something in me waking, rousing, making me feel everything around me. As the intensity built, I surrendered to the primal hunger within me, allowing it to drive me closer and closer to the edge of fulfillment.

Was I forever doomed to feel like I didn't belong, like I was a burden to others? My father's words cut deep, like a knife to the heart. Every time he told me I was a curse, I felt like I was being slowly poisoned, like the venom of his words was spreading through my veins. I tried to ignore him, to tune out his hurtful words, but they echoed in my mind long after he was gone. They made me feel like I was somehow broken, like I was a mistake that needed to be corrected. I began to believe that I was indeed a curse, that I was somehow tainted or flawed. I felt like I was walking around with a big, fat "C" stamped on my forehead, like everyone could see the curse that my father had placed upon

“What are you talking about?” He turned to face me fully then, his eyes darker than usual, but not with anger. It was something else—something I couldn’t quite place. “I’m cursed,” he said simply. I stared at him, expecting him to laugh or smirk, but his expression remained calm. “What do you mean, cursed?” He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t feel love. Not for anyone. Not ever. It’s… part of me. A part I can’t change.”

But this time it did not care about the sun still hanging in the sky or the battle raging around us. I collapsed to my knees. Tried to breathe through it. Tried to control what was happening. But this was different. Stronger. The curse felt alive. Felt angry. Like it knew I had been fighting it off with Calista's help and decided to remind me who was really in control. My body convulsed. Muscles spasming hard enough to crack ribs. I tasted blood. Felt bones shifting in ways they should not.