I Am Cursed With Bad Luck Novels & Stories

she said, her head still lowered. " Raise your head," I commanded. "I… I… don't feel… I mean.. I'm cursed. Why are you still holding on to me? I'm a monster. I don't want to give you bad luck." She said, her voice cracking. Why do those words sound so familiar? Like the words, a little girl once told me. She is also referred to as a black-eyed curse. A monster that brings bad luck. "You remind me of a little girl I met some years back. She should be around seven years old then. She was all alone in the forest. She told me her father was taken by Mr. Fire. She was so cute." I reminisced.

Security was loose, barely there at all. “So yeah, after that night, people said she was cursed,” Byron explained. “Bad things kept happening around her. Her whole family died. She’s the only one left. Anyone who talks to her too long, or even interacts with her, ends up with something bad happening to them.” He sounded uneasy, and I noticed he wasn’t standing anywhere near the door. “Can you believe all that?” I asked. He shrugged. “Well, I’m bad luck too. Two bad luck shouldn’t stick together,” he remarked, motioning for me to go ahead alone. “I’ll stay around.”

She couldn’t understand why she had bad luck in men. Was she cursed? Did she have a magnet for the worst men possible or maybe she was just unlucky?Whatever the answer to her dilemma was Christine made a promise to herself to never fall in love again.

Lucas frowned, “Curse? No, I didn’t sense anything like that.” My lips pursed. “I–people usually call me unlucky as wherever I go, something bad happens.” He raised a brow. “That’s bullshit. Your energy is fucking clean. Miss Purrista is so comfortable with you. She rarely gets comfortable around people and when she does, I get the idea that those people have the purest hearts. No way in the world can you be cursed.” “Then why did those bad things happen whenever I was around?” I mumbled to myself.

I packed my gaze with the truth, wanting to sear this moment into his mind and hope later, he would accept my answer. He glanced down, expression flat, something he had dubbed the Hank effect. “What do you mean that you don’t care?” he said. Hogan’s eyes were stone-cold and serious. Though he left more debate unspoken, his gaze was doing plenty of yelling. “I…” I said while pointing to myself, “I think I am cursed either.” A tornado touches down on his face and his brows. Lightning strikes over his red stormy eyes. “Ever since my mother died, the people around me have stolen what’s mine. I lived a life full of misery. Maybe, my unlucky fortune can offset your curse,” I said with a non-sensib

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'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

Be aware and don't get your hopes up too much or you'll be crushed again for the umpteenth time! *** To be continued.... Don't forget to look forward to the next chapter

Her words echoed against old wounds buried deep inside me—every cruel whisper, every accusation, every moment I had been blamed for things beyond my control. Could it really be true? Was I truly cursed with bad luck?

I'd do anything for this man. So why couldn't I tell him? I sighed and rubbed my eyes. "I'm cursed. Everyone around me dies." Flipping me over, he pinned me down to the bed. "Baby . . ." " His voice was all husky and coarse. "You aren't cursed. That's ridiculous." "But I am," I insisted. "I pissed off some god in my past life and now I'm fucking plagued." He chuckled. "It's not funny!"