Jessika Curse Novels & Stories

If money can buy it, she’ll have it. She doesn’t need to love me to like what I can give her. The curse is in motion. But that isn’t going to stop me from taking what I want. And I still want her, damn it all to hell. Which means I’m going to have to go about this a lot more strategically than I have been. I’ve been no more than a bull in a china shop since I learned the truth, blinded by fury and betrayal. I’ve never lost my cool like that.

"But there's a sweeter part you should know. The symptoms will manifest even before her heat cycle begins. Neither she nor you will anticipate it. She'll be overwhelmed by anxiety and the anticipation of what's to come. And sadly, she won't hesitate to choose any man over you to satisfy her cravings. The mate bond won't stand a chance against the strength of a witch's curse." "Is there any way to break it?" Ryle interjected, genuine concern for Chelsea evident in his question. Julia laughed, a cruel edge to the sound, and slowly moved closer to me. She sat on my lap, her arms wrapping around my neck as if she were marking her territory. "No, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with mali

Rhea’s POV “If you’re my curse, I’m the luckiest cursed son of a bitch in this whole universe” How deeply this sentence burned through me in the most vulnerable place within me cannot even be described in words. It touched the core of my heart and nestled itself in there forevermore. It lit a match of fire back into me and the impossible thing I told him would never happen, happened. Scattered dead pieces of me sparked back to life. Reborn again from his vows and promises to me.

Whatever this was, it didn't want to leave her alone. "Okay. Your dad wants to grill some steaks. Come down in a bit." "Yeah. Okay." Jessi muffled a cough with her damp palm. As she tried to get back on her feet, she blinked again and again when her vision turned white. Shit. Was it just the pills? Or was it the viral infection again? ×

She looked down at her stomach again. Then at Ethan. He saw the silent accusation in her stare. She whispered, “I hope the curse takes everything from you.” Before Ethan could react, The door slammed open. Jessica stepped inside. Her heels clicked sharply across the floor, her dress immaculate, her expression bright, as if she had been waiting for this moment. She looked around the ruined ritual chamber and let out a low, satisfied breath. “Well,” she said with a sweet smile, “it finally happened.” Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Jessica. Not now.”

Jessa laughed, “Leave? You should be on your knees begging for forgiveness! Do you even know what you’ve caused? Peyton is dead, Chloe. My daughter, my only child, is dead because of you!” “I didn’t kill Peyton,” I said quietly. “It wasn’t me. I swear it.” I stepped back as she moved towards me. Jessa’s eyes filled with tears, “Liar! You bring death wherever you go. Your mother, your father, and now my Peyton! You’re cursed, Chloe. A monster!" She yelled as she brought out a knife all of a sudden. My chest tightened as my eyes landed on the glistening silver. "Jessa, please—" My voice cracked as I moved back, my legs almost giving out.

She couldn’t say it, not to him, but Ross’s absence in her life gnawed at her, and the idea that she’d been erased didn’t feel like it was some choice, it felt sinister. Still, she forced a smile, because that’s what Liz, what Emma, was supposed to do. “Thank you, Mr. Bekkali. That helps more than you know.” His grin returned, if dimmer. “You are welcome, always. But Emma–” His tone deepened. “Be careful where you dig. Some doors, once opened, do not close again.” The call ended soon after, leaving Emma staring at her reflection in the blank screen. She hugged her knees to her chest and let herself laugh, just a little. A broken laugh.

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."

She turns and faces the desk, her shoulders rising and falling as she takes deep breaths. I step away too and run my hand through my already disheveled hair. Damn it! How did things end up so badly? How could one simple trip that was meant to get us an ally turn into such a major cluster fuck? My mind was a fucking mess, and I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. It didn’t help that Knox was unnaturally quiet. “What do you think?” I asked him. He looks just as lost as I felt. “I don’t fucking like this, but we need her, remember? She’s the only one that can break the fucking curse.”

"Then why are you here?" Cassian took a breath. "There's a blood curse destroying my empire," he said, "my wolf is dying, my company is failing, everything is falling apart." I waited. "The pack elders say the only way to break it is through a mate bond," he continued, "which means you." "No," I said immediately. "I'm offering five million dollars," Cassian said, "one year of pretending to be my mate, then we go our separate ways." Five million would save the sanctuary, pay off every debt, and give Maya the life she deserved.