Curt Synonym Novels & Stories

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.

“I might have a feeling what it is, but I want to be sure before I say.” ------- Curt showered as quickly as he could and dried off. He had put on his brown uniformed pants when Goldman waltz into the locker room. “Well, look what the cat finally dragged in,” Goldman greeted with a grin. “What happened?” “Just overslept,” Curt said. “Is that all? How boring. And here I was thinking you got caught up with a woman,” Goldman said and sat down on the bench across from Curt. “What made you think I was late because of a woman?” He was but why did Goldman think that?

She was just surprised by how friendly Curtis was when she greeted him, thinking it was Cooper since she was already acquainted with him, Curtis stretched out his hand toward her, “Hey, I’m Curtis Berret, Cooper’s twin.” Serena’s heart warmed so much, she was lost for words and tears filled her eyes. “Wow, you are indeed twins. My name is Serena, your daddy’s secretary.” “Nice meeting you, Serena, Hope to see you again,” Curtis said politely but Garvin was concerned about the way he addressed the elderly. “Aunty, Curtis. Older men and women should be referred to as Uncles and Aunties, okay?”

Dammit, I probably reek of fear by now. One of the goons chuckled, nudging his companions shoulder. "Think she's mute or somethin'?" Curtis smirked. "Nah, she's just scared." The way he eyed at my body both disgusted and terrified me. I knew, if he had things his way, he would've already rip my clothes off and mounted me, or whatever else these guys do to their 'merchandise'. Despite my situation, I was able to gather the bits of courage I had in me to speak, hopping it would save me some time.

He gave Curt a sharp, imperceptible wink—a silent command to keep his true identity buried. Curt was a shrewd wolf. He caught the signal instantly and barked a laugh. "I haven't scented you in ages, you cub!" He looked down at the wine on the floor. "Get a servant to mop this up before it stains the stones. It’s bad luck to walk through spilled red." Curt’s assistant immediately signaled a staff member to handle the mess.

Curt, clipped words that cut as deep as any knife. She was already so well versed in pack affairs that I almost choked whilst she spoke. For a moment his eyes flared wide. Pain etched into the space between his brows. But he didn't protest. Instead, he mocked a bow and slid out the door without another word. Nessa blew out a long breath.

Curt said with a smirk as Colt jumps in the truck. "We'll see," I mumble but Curt definitely hears me.

They don’t have anyone to defend them anymore. Curtis realizing that he have made friend with the wrong people let out a burst of laughter. At last, his old age have made his mind gibberish. Even his judgment wasn’t what it used to be like anymore. For he have joined hands with an unworthy ally. He thought about his sins and the guilt against his clan. He sighs and whispers, “Even she won’t be able to help if the whole entire werewolves clans comes for us.” Then a chuckle of madness crackled the air. He almost sounds as if he was ready for his demise. Austin thought it was strange as this eagle was looking rather cheerful before his death “What’s so funny?” asked Austin. He thought that mayb