Novel & Cerita I Am Cursed With Bad Luck

I have been cursed all my life. My world came crashing down my face, I forgot how to breathe. My chest pumped heavily and my eyes shone wide “A curse,” I whispered. So I was a cursed princess with no idea on why? But I was a twin, why couldn't Madeline be cursed too or was she too good for a curse?

" She held up her wrist, showcasing a sparkling green bracelet. Then, she smirked, pointing at the simple bracelet on my wrist. "Do you really think Ethan bought that especially for you? It's just a freebie that came with mine. You're only fit for my hand-me-downs!" I glanced down at my bracelet. It was a birthday gift from Ethan a few months ago, and I had always treasured it even though it was not expensive. Yet, it had unexpectedly become Mandy's tool for humiliation, a weapon to wound me.

From bad to worse. I enter the office and sit in the chair in front of him, separated by a light wooden desk. Maybe he won't strangle me with the desk. I start talking before he does. "I'm really sorry, sir, but bad luck is attracted to me like a moth to a flame. You know when you walk, step on a gum on the pavement, and when you lift your foot, the gum sticks to both the sole of your shoe and the street? And you know when you try to remove the gum from your shoe, but it won't come off even with a miracle?" I give him a moment to picture the situation. "Well, I'm the person who steps on the gum, only instead of gum, I stepped on bad luck at birth, and despite all my attempts to get it off th

- love Sean. My life is about to change. This has to be the scariest thing I've faced, not just a crowd but a hateful one. I've been through so much, I'm sure I can get through this too. It's almost as if I'm immortal but attract misfortune. It must be my curse, punishment.

Garfield remembered and followed her, "What do you mean you are cursed?" "Every June 24, no matter which world, I am cursed to have the greatest bad luck of all because I died many times in the last world." K Whatever continued the explanation, “It was an ability I randomly got because that was the only one my host has. If it was not for my gift ability of regeneration, I would have failed my mission instantly." "Pft, though I still failed it, hehe~" She continued. Garfield understood, "That was an unfortunate skill." Then you might die in this world?"

Her voice cracked. Liam reached out and gently took her hand. “It didn’t happen, Jacyn. It was just a dream.” “But it felt real,” she whispered. “Too real.” He nodded. “Dreams can do that. Especially when we’re carrying fear.” Jacyn looked at him, her eyes glistening. “Do you think I’m cursed?” Liam frowned. “Why would you say that?” “Because every time I try to be happy, something terrible happens. In the dream, they blamed me. Said I brought bad luck.”

He said plainly, making me let out a chuckle. “Yeah, I get that a lot.” I sighed, rubbing the crick in my neck again. “Besides, you seem like a good lad, just cursed with bad luck.” “I hear that a lot too.” I looked back up at him. “Break the curse then. That’s what most of those items are for.” The leprechaun had my mind reeling. “I thought you were saying it as a form of expression. I’m actually cursed?” I stood up surprised, trying to get closer to him.

" Your life has just been disastrous since day one, we don't need you to jinx ours with your bad luck" I felt my heart sink, and my gut wrench up in dismay. ' Why did they have to be so cruel? Why did they always have to blame me for everything single thing gone wrong?' I would always wonder then, but now, I realized they were both right. I was bad luck. I was cursed. I was indeed a jinx. My life had just been full of hardships and misfortunes. Nothing concerning ever went well. First, my parent's death, then finding out I was an omega, followed by nothing but an unending series of ill luck, misfortunes and mishaps.

I could smell a witch inside. “Joy? I got someone here for you to check out. Joy is our witch doctor.” He told me. A small lady came out with a grin but when she saw me, she frowned. “What’s wrong?” Cody asked her. “This poor man is cursed. He’s had a tough few years.” She said sadly. “What do you mean I’m cursed?” I asked her. “Someone put a hex on you some time ago, probably a few years ago. You’re cursed to have bad luck.” She said.

“What if she’s right about one thing?” Both our heads snapped toward him. My heart lurched. “What do you mean?” His hands fidgeted in his lap, his eyes refusing to meet mine. “She said we’ll bring bad luck. That… that I’m cursed. People talk, even if they don’t say it around me. They whisper when they think I can’t hear.” He swallowed hard. “What if they’re right?”