Eddsworld Cursed Images Novels & Stories

I went still. Cold clarity swallowed me whole. Rage—not mine—rose from deep inside. A presence older than Elara. Darker. The Curse. Miguma. I surrendered. My eyes opened underwater. They were no longer honey brown. They were pitch black. The sky above cracked open with thunder. Lightening tore across the desert— And rain—impossible, slicing rain—fell like shards of glass. Melody jerked back from the waters edge, eyes wide. “What—what’s that?!”

She howled, picking me up from the bench by my sore arm. “I don’t really have a choice here..” I shot back, trying to keep my tone very low. “You think you can change him? I have been here longer than anyone else and I will tell you the truth. You can’t stay here with that man!” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly pulled my hand away from hers, “why not?” I asked and she scoffed. “Jordan is cursed! There’s a beast living within him and he won’t tell you this because he wants to trap you here and drain the life out of you until you have absolutely nothing to live for!”

The kind of container that could contain anything. "What is that," I say. "Something I should not do," she says. "That doesn't answer the question," I say. "It answers the relevant part," she says. "Chase. The Vegas photographs are everywhere. Ethan is calling me. Vivian called me at six this morning from her hotel room. Sienna has sent me four messages. The curse is in the entertainment news presented as mental instability. The board petition is still active. You cracked a glass wall with your hand." She looks at me. "Everything is in pieces and you are the common variable in all of it and you cannot see it clearly because the curse will not let you see it clearly."

He said and I smiled widely at him, wondering if my husband was manipulating him. "My name is Mr. Joshua; people call me Josh for short; I’m the co-founder of ED Company; nice to meet you." He said this while extending his hand to me, and I took his hand and shook it. "Mr. Joshua, I'm sorry for asking, but what's the meaning of ED?" I stated unequivocally. "ED is an abbreviation for Eliminate Demons," he explained, and I gasped. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Our goal is to capture demons and destroy them; they don’t belong on earth." He said making me clench my fist.

"You don't know? Those photos are trending everywhere now. The company's stock is plummeting. So, tell me, James, what are you going to do about it?" His face turned ashen, and he looked at me with a mix of desperation and helplessness. "What do we do? What do we do? I'm sorry, I swear I don't know anything about this." I picked up my phone leisurely, taking my time to scroll. "The silhouette in these photos... that's Jess, isn't it?" "Yes, yes, that's Jess!" His agreement came too quickly, his panic all too evident. "These unscrupulous media outlets are making things up! Babe, my heart belongs only to you, I swear! Don't believe their lies!"

 ~CASSANDRA~ I blinked my eyes thrice before flapping them open. I had a really weird dream last night where I found myself in the past world. It was really funny and I'm glad I woke up from that dream because it was actually scary to me. "Eda." I heard that same name in my dream. Wait.... I think I'm still dreaming, I really need to wake up from this dream.

But her next words shocked eveey soul present their, " I curse u ,Elis Rosewood .I ,the rejected mate of Dian ' Julie Adams ' curses you. You would suffer the same wound as mine. You would never be able to love , your mate. As I never got , mine . Only because of u and ur acts. " And she fainted causing pin drop silence in whole palace. The cry of werewolves were heard indicating the dark phase arrival. Elis , who listened every thing , took a step back . Never had she thought , she would be punished for the mistake ,she never did.

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.

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

Curiosity finally won. I opened it and fired up his laptop. Most of the files were boring business shit. Then I found a hidden folder called “Cream Pies Unlimited.” My pussy twitched the second I clicked it. The “Images” folder was packed with hundreds of pictures — pussies of every kind, freshly fucked and leaking thick, white cum. It dribbled out of stretched holes, ran down arse cheeks, pooled on bedsheets. I stared, breathing faster, and slipped a hand into my panties. My clit was already swollen and slippery.