Romans & histoires Ed Sheeran Cursed

How did he know when I don't? "Don't be surprised. I know everything after all I am the sitting sourde de san. I know everything that goes on here. Nothing happens without my consent. If you don't come of as desperate maybe......just maybe she would put a name on whatever is going on. It will be more than a sneaky sex or maybe you are just another rebound", Seb takes a step forward and I stand infront of Davil and Aiden did the same, we stare deep into each other's eyes. Both of wanting to strangle one another "Take a step and you will realize why I am called the evil premonition- Vahemir"

They didn't need to tell me, I knew it was the curse. "Lavelle my love, I need you to listened carefully," I nodded, "Do you promise to be strong?" Did he see me that weak? "Of course." "Do you remember, Laia and the curse?" He asked and the memories came in my head. "How can I not." I replied. "We will do everything to fix this, I promise to work on this. Nothing is your fault, don't ever blame yourself. It was her curse not you." I nodded but my tears were unstoppably.

“I want to hear you fall apart again.” I rode his fingers desperately, head thrown back, messy dark hair sticking to my damp forehead. When he finally replaced them with his cock, sinking in with one brutal thrust, I cried out loud enough for the house to echo it back. He fucked me right there on the altar deep, possessive strokes that rocked the ancient stone. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, the bond singing between us. My power stirred again. Green light flickered faintly in my veins. Silas groaned as if he felt it too, hips stuttering. “What are you, Ashe?” he growled, teeth grazing my throat. “You make the curse… quiet.”

“You stabilize me too.” I pulled back slightly to look at him. His expression had softened completely now. No throne. No politics. No king. Just Keiran. “You never told me exactly what your curse feels like,” I said quietly. A shadow crossed his face briefly. Then he exhaled slowly. “Like drowning while still breathing.” My chest tightened. “The rage comes first,” he continued quietly. “Then the voices.” “What voices?” “The curse tells me to destroy everything near me.” Silence filled the room.

POV: Silver Colt “Do you really think you could survive what’s coming?” Lesiana’s voice came like a whisper, too soft to be merciful, too sharp to ignore. My throat closed around the words I wanted to scream. My chest heaved, the weight of their stares pressing me into the ground. My legs trembled, refusing to obey, but I forced them to hold me upright. I shook my head slowly, words tumbling out, cracked and raw. “I… I don’t understand. Why? Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this?”

he called. “It’s Sheila,” came the urgent reply. Zane walked to the door at once. Sheila stepped inside, and her face was rather pale. Something was terribly wrong. “What happened?” I asked, sitting up straighter. “It’s Ceres.” My stomach churned as she took her name. “The dark seed inside her… it activated.” “What do you mean by activated?” Zane demanded. Sheila’s voice dropped, “It formed a curse.” The word made the room go cold.

Maybe my pain and anger could do something. I sat up suddenly, my hands trembling with fury, repeating the words through gritted teeth. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die. I curse them all.” The room felt charged, like the air around me had thickened, but I didn’t know if it was just the intensity of my emotions or something else entirely. Could I really curse them? Could my pain, my rage, actually do something to stop this? I repeated it again, louder this time, as if willing the universe to hear me. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die.”

Sherah shouted, "Ms. Hughes, please show us mercy! Why do you have to treat us like this? Oh God, please, why are you doing this to us? We did nothing wrong! We were cursed!" Even while being buried, Sherah still could not stop cursing Celena for this. She turned toward the direction of the cage and spat, "Celena, you f*cking b*tch! You're a curse to this family! We're going to be killed because of you! You're a witch, you've cursed us and doomed us all! You should be dead by now! Why are you dragging all of us down with you?"

“You will not breathe a word of what happened tonight. Do you understand? If you say a single word, I'm going to come after you and I'm going to kill you. I swear to the goddess that I will,” Seth doesn't say a word and Kieran watches him go, walking out of the room and shuts the door behind him. Kieran falls back on the bed and lets out a scream of anger and frustration, yanking his hair till the roots begs and his skull throbs but not harder than his shameful boner. Kieran wants to cry but he can't. He's not that weak and pathetic but angst and humiliation burns into him and the worst part? His soul is whispering one truth he can’t ignore.

“They usually approach in a much more subtle way.” I bit my bottom lip in sheer embarrassment. Does he have to rub it in my face like that?! I quickly work my mind for a counterattack. “Excuse me! You seem to be misunderstanding. My curse is an expression of pain from your harassment, Mr. Cain. So, don’t flatter yourself!”