Ed Sheeran Cursed Novels & Stories

She just didn't want to be the one to curse her own baby. And just like that, the cursed cat was banished to the human realm, along with her maid, Ayana. Before she vanished completely, she heard the voice of the one that betrayed her in her head. "Goodbye, princess…. Hum, I mean slave." It was her used-to-be friend, who exposed her to everyone. She glanced around and made sure to locate her among the crowd. Sh has brown fur and purple eyes. She would never forget those eyes and heck! She will be back!

My eyes grew twice the size of a ping-pong ball. "Don't look at me like that, she's got nice butt!" Cammie just said as if it would justify her naughty deed. "Besides she helped me with my Sanskrit homework, so I made her scream my name along with her Hindu gods." "You're going to hell, Cam, you know that," I said, even I'm not religious. "I bet hell is full of fabulous people like me." She smirked.

They were kissing like they were starving for each other. "She's so pathetic," Serina was saying between kisses. "Walking around like some beaten dog waiting for scraps of attention." Garrick laughed, I hadn't heard him laugh in two years. "The barren little bitch serves her purpose. For now." Barren? Did he just call me that?

she said softly. Her voice sounded sweet and gentle now. Like she hadn’t slapped me minutes ago. Arnold closed his fingers around the ring before finally looking back at me. “You couldn’t even handle rejection calmly,” he said coldly. “And you still expect this pack to see strength in you?” My throat tightened painfully. Then he delivered the final blow. “No matter what you do, Leticia…”

"See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight. Also, look at all those stretch marks on my wife's belly. Who'd want to touch that?" Each word echoed through hundreds of speakers, accompanied by Harvey's disgusting, mocking laughter. Immediately after, a photo of me breastfeeding, looking disheveled and clearly taken without my knowledge, popped up in the corner of the screen. Even though my face was blurred, the caption cut like a knife into anyone who still had a shred of decency. "So this is the kind of man you chose as one of the 'Top Ten Defenders'?" Spencer stood up, holding the laser pointer u

" I remained unresponsive. I simply awaited the conclusion of her statement. She straightened, as if she had at last discovered ammo or a purpose. "My dear, he is a man who is cursed. No woman can be his partner. You will eventually be thrown out like trash. And when that occurs... Her grin grew as she drifted off. "Well, let's just say you'll regret getting into his bed." I just looked at her for a moment before I started laughing. "That once more?" Shaking my head, I said. "You should really quit talking to yourself in these tiny ways, sweetie. You seem to be beginning to believe them.

He said and the crowd graps. “Ohhhh.” “Anyways, Drasa is not a slut, neither did she throw herself at me and if y'all are smart enough to see that in the video I was also enjoying myself as much as she was so technically I was throwing myself at her too. The hate and lies won't make you see that, well I have just one thing to say.” “What does he want to say?” One student whispered to another. Cassian rushed to him and scratched his face, everyone was filled with fear. “When I talk, you listen!!” He said, his voice commanding and filled with venom.

Jenny crumpled to the floor, the shock too much. Her quivering finger stabbed toward Zoe. "You vile witch! Guilty as sin!" Zoe flinched, guilt shadowing her eyes. Jenny surged up, fury unleashed, and cracked a slap across Zoe's cheek. "You knew you were diseased. Why drag Isiah down? You deserve to rot in hell!"

Laura’s rage and desperation, her fear all collided into one raw surge. She lifted her head, eyes blazing with bright amber. Her lips parted, and words poured out, ancient and foreign. “En’shara velith lun’reth, tala vi’nor, eshma’ra dalun!” The sound of her voice echoed like thunder in a cathedral, reverberating through stone and soul alike. The very air seemed to burn with her words. Wind screamed and halted. The torches reignited one by one, flaring bright blue for a brief, blinding moment.

Her voice, although small and weak, possesses demand and energy in all the right points. “We are.” “No, we’re not.” She snaps angrily, glaring at him. Cainan presses his lips together and moves to seat on the chair beside her bed, before taking her icy hand into his and he’s surprised that Neriah doesn’t yank it away from him. “I’m sorry, so sorry, Neriah. Yes, I’m a crazy head. I snap and do stupid things when things feel a little good, but it was never to hurt you.” Her nod follows a sharp sigh, “I know that you’ve always been a scared chicken.”