Novel & Cerita Curt Nod

They went and sat down, almost close to where I stood. Outside of school, Knox and Curt looked even more handsome. Knox was dressed in dark trousers, black boots, and a black sweatshirt that was rolled up to his elbows. Curt had a leather jacket thrown on top of what was essentially the same outfit. I reprimanded myself after catching myself staring at them. Going all doe-eyed and playing straight into their game was the last thing I needed. Knox’s gaze darted around the room, pausing when he saw my head poking out from the kitchen doors, and I watched in disbelief.

The boy doesn’t know how to treat a lady, maybe that’s why Olivia is cheating on him with Noah. Heavy footsteps fill the silence as the boys move to the stage, I squeeze my lips as the first group start their introduction, not caring to look at them. I can identify them by their voices. They are halfway gone with the introductions when it hits me that someone is missing. I raise my hand, Miss Jota nods. “Yes, Tessa?” A lump forms on my throat when different pairs of eyes turn to me, I say, “Curt is not here.” “Curtis?” That’s his full name. I nod and she pulls out a note from under the scripts. “He quit.”

Patty said as Curtis nodded and after thanking her moved on. As usual, he sneaked back into the compound and into his room, after shutting his door silently that was when he realized that someone was in the room with him. “Welcome back from your midnight jaunt son.” Denzel stepped out of the complete darkness and stepped into the moon beam to allow Curtis see his severe face. “Now tell me, where on earth did you go at night?”

While Danielle clutched her dress with the imposing aura coming from Curtis who was standing right in front of her but facing towards Lord Hawthorne. Whereas King Cyrus was absent from the scenario! "N- no please, forgive me." Lord Hawthorne immediately knelt in front of Curtis not bothering to care about his reputation and honour and pleaded for mercy. His voice stuttered and he began to slap himself hard with consistent sobbing and begging for mercy. "I...I got swayed, my lord. Please….I beg you, spare my life." Curtis did not respond or even flinched at his act instead he reached for his hairpin and took it out letting the long hair loose, with an effortless flung of arm the long needle p

He groaned, crossing his little arms over his small chest. “Pick someone better to copy. Renato is not exactly a model citizen.” Chocolate snorted, obviously enjoying the back and forth Curtis and I were engaging in. Curtis tilted his head to one side, huffing. “He's my model citizen.” Chocolate’s smile softened as she looked at him. “That’s cute.” “Don’t encourage him,” I muttered.

His wolf was still basking in the euphoria of being called big. "Wait." Curtis said suddenly, as if hit by a thunderbolt, his eyes widening as something dawned on him. Derek thought that something else had happened. He looked around them warily, but sensed nothing. "What is it?" He asked, his forehead scrunching lines visible as he watched his cousin stare at him like in a trance. "You haven't had your birthday yet, right?" Curtis asked, a note of slight accusation, then worry, and awe, all mixed, in his voice.

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.

Curtis says, as he looks over at me. I nod my head and get out of the far. Following close behind Curtis, I take a deep breath. Here we go. Let's see what they have to say.

A moment later, Curt walked in, dressed in a gray suit with no tie, his white shirt opened at the neck, showing a few strands of hair on his chest, accenting his muscles that lay beneath. “Curt,” I said as I walked around the desk and gave him a quick hug. “What a surprise.” A grin spread across his face, illuminating the dimple on his cheek. “Well, I was in the neighborhood.” I laughed. “What brings you here? To what do I owe the honor?”

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”