Cursed Writing Novels & Stories

A small flinch could be seen from her at his words and this seemed to please him as he smiled,one which fitted his devilishly handsome face, sometimes it was as though he smiled knowing how well it fitted him and hid his tainted soul. "Not to worry,I have not come here for that,I do not waste energy on measly things" "Then why are you here?" "I wish to lift a curse" He said raising his hand,he pulled the sleeves of his left arm and right beneath his elbow was a writing,it looked like an ancient language and to a normal persons eyes,it may resemble a tattoo but alas,they were curses. "I cannot lift this" Linda said after assessing the writings. "And why's that,are you no witch?"

You have the option to break me again. The most agonizing types of pain and sadness are those that cannot be written about or expressed in any other way than through words. They simply ache and ache until the aching manifests itself as an explanation. And if I don't get it all out on paper, what am I going to do with this sadness? What am I supposed to do with all of my sorrow? I'm not sure who I'm going to give this to just yet. In the case of writers, their curse is the inability to immortalize a name before it is taken over by another, to sustain love while still alive, and to write but not be written.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

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.

Thoughts were sweet but their own false hope still residing turning down the sweetness earlier Everyone knew, the curse wasn't healed? Why no one knew? The words spread , luna being impure creating the remorse in the members . But who would dare to speak it loud .Moreover , the clossness of Richard and Eliss happened to be oil in fire . Richard, whose name was forbidden was roaming in the palace in bright light, laughing and enjoying as if the shadows of past never lingered in the hall of palace . Stunned the very soul in the palace who knew, who he was.

Odin’s P.O.V Ugh, what’s up with the pain spreading far and across my body? I feel as if something is making my body feel numb. I can’t feel anything anymore. ‘’ This is the curse which you are born. The curse which is going to kill you eventually.’’ A woman’s voice whispered in my ears. I opened up my eyes to see a woman standing in front of me. She had white hair, just like the light of the moon showering down its rays onto the ground.

“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole pr

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

The last time I had them around, they had provided happiness but it was short-lived. A lot of bad things happened afterward. Was this a sign that something terrible was about to befall the pack, possibly me? ******************************************** FROM PENCILS TO YOU Keep sending in your gems guys, it means a lot to me. Thank you to everyone who has always gifted gems to CURSED HEART. A big shout-out to Yolande Human, JANET MUIRURI and Lesliems for being my top fans. You have really encouraged me to keep writing this book.