Jessika Curse Novels & Stories

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

“I couldn’t protect her, and now the Moon Goddess wants me to risk someone else’s life? How is that fair?” “She’ll die because of me, mom!” I said, my voice rough with emotion. “Just..just like Alisha. Mom, I'm a monster! She doesn't deserve this, I don't deserve to have another blood in my hands” Tears threatened to drop but I had to sulk. Tessa reached out, placing a comforting hand on my arm. “Jake, you didn’t kill Alisha. You are no monster! The curse did.” “And the curse is still here,” I said bitterly. “What’s to stop it from taking her too?”

I gasped, clutching my belly. Zane reached out to me instantly, “Jessica—” “I’m fine—” I started, but the lie collapsed as another wave hit me. Sheila stepped forward “It’s the curse,” she said. I looked up at her, my vision blurry. “What about it?” “Adrian’s sacrifice only bought us time,” she explained, “The symbiotic curse is still active.” My heart sank and I asked, “What does that mean?” She swallowed hard before saying, “It means the choice can’t be avoided anymore.”

And once doubt entered the mind, control becomes easy. Jake still hadn't learned that. He ruled with force, pressure, obsession and possession. Everything about him was intense and that was why Jessica ran from him in the first place. I picked up my glass and took a slow sip, my thoughts drifting back to the look in her eyes the day I met her in Jake's suite. She was angry, guarded and wounded, but beneath all that fire was exhaustion. Jessica Wilson was tired and tired people always searched for peace eventually, and that was where I come in.

On our wedding day, my wife, Jessica Burke, a CEO as well, got into the wrong wedding limousine and ended up spending the night with her male assistant, Callum Ross. The next day, she came back covered in red marks. Kneeling before me, she begged for my forgiveness and swore she would fire Callum and never see him again. But one year later, I saw her in the OB/GYN department when she was supposed to be overseas on a business trip. She was holding a crying, hungry baby in her arms. And beside her stood Callum, who had supposedly disappeared for an entire year. In a fit of rage, I kicked them out of the hospital. Unexpectedly, the baby disappeared that very night. Jessica blamed everythi

And of course, while consuming blood, I have to remove the necklace from my neck because every time I wear the necklace, I look like a complete human being. "Well, shit. All I can say is, I'm thankful I can finally rest my fucking brain from studying the shit of everything." I sigh ejaculation. Sarreth suddenly threw me a black and yellow drink. "What the fuck is this chuckie thing?" I wondered. Sarreth slapped her forehead unconsciously. "Stop cussing the fuck down already, Celare. Are you going to talk to that mysterious goddess of yours like that?" Sarreth asked me a serious question.

He had automatically assumed that the curse if it indeed existed, couldn’t affect Emelda because she was from a direct line of the witch who had laid the curse. “but she is Yemanja’s granddaughter, the curse cannot affect her and if it can, Yemanja will make sure she lifts the curse before it hurts Emelda.” Even as Darius said the words, he began to doubt. What if he was wrong? What if the curse affected Emelda too? She wasn’t a pure witch, she was a wolf witch and so there was a possibility that she wasn’t entirely immune. But Yemanja could withdraw the curse right? If she knew that her granddaughter was affected? So many thoughts troubled Darius.

I ignored his stare and placed my cigarette in my mouth, drew a deep one and blew the smoke into the air. “I heard you were cursed while you were still in your mother’s womb” I smirked. I wouldn’t be surprised about how news spread in the werewolf pack, I mean, we move faster than regular people, so obviously our news should spread. “By your fucking goddess, yes. I heard too, Alpha. It was a really unpleasant curse but you know one thing, I loved how the spell was spoken and placed. Damn! That woman must be related to Williams Shakespeare” I said referring to the goddess.

she murmurs, tracing a finger along the edge of my desk as she moves closer. She stops when our legs touch and leans back against the desk. I swirl the last of my drink and look up at her through my lashes. She smiles and slowly drags her smooth leg against mine. I swallow the whiskey and slide the glass away. Enough. I grip her hip, lift her off the desk, and turn her to face it, bending her over in one motion. I push her skirt up—it’s so tight it snags, and I tear the seam without caring. She gasps.

she exclaimed. John’s gun appeared in his hand like magic. And he pointed it right at the woman’s head. “If you touch her again,” he said quietly, “you die first.” The woman didn’t flinch. She smiled. “You won’t shoot me,” she said. Jessica felt her pulse in her throat. “Why?” she breathed. The woman leaned in closer. Because I’m the only one who knows where your real Summer is.” Everything stopped. Even John hesitated. And that hesitation was enough. The masked men surged forward. Jessica screamed as hands grabbed her. The woman released her on purpose.