Jjk Characters Cursed Speech Novels & Stories

He started by murmuring words, then began to speak in a foreign language. "Humans will always return to dust! I pray the perfect soul of this baby rests in peace." Jazell snarled with mockery. "Heart felt words for a baby that didn't even see this world." "Yet here we stand, acknowledging that very soul." Jia, who was standing beside Jazell, chipped in. ,"Whisper has it that she was pushed down the stairs." Jia added, her eyes darkening as she glared at Jazell. Jazell was silent for a while, her piercing blue eyes peering from the black net veil covering her face.

I open the door and the flowers are thrust in my face while the longest sentence known to man is voiced. "I'msorryIfreakedpleaseforgivemeImissmybestfriend." Daniel.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

“Feel free to break your bonds to those who have tried to suppress you. From those who tried to tag you and sell you as a brooding mare. Here you can be your own person.” The way he speaks is awfully strange and I have to strain to actually understand what he was saying. It was an odd, harsh accent I have not really met before. No one from around these parts talk in any way similar to him, and the information of him being part of a long bloodline of locals seems a little forced to me. Nonetheless, I know better than to contradict someone in their own home. A smile forces on my lips and I bow my head gently. I was no fool. I was just a woman trying to survive.

Something is eerie in the air, my sixth sense can feel it. “We are indeed mates. Why are you doubting?” Jay tightens his grip on my palm. “Because…Someone told me you're cursed.” His sinister gaze turns to Jay, dreadful. The whispers crowd the party. “That's not true. My son is not cursed.” Jonathan barges into the conversation. Lozark didn't even bother to pass him a glance. His cruel gaze remains fixed on Jay. “Open your shirt and reveal it.” Lozark commands.

His words came out more of a joke but he was saying it with a stoic face. My cheeks burned red in embarrassment, I clear my throat to speak, “It's not what you think, I was… no… he was…fuck…” I curse when my stupid brain can’t bring forth a good response to give to his beta. I couldn’t find any answer so I stared at the alpha for an excuse. Jamie cleared his throat and spoke, “We were just talking, mister diversion,”

She sighed internally. “Hurry the bloody root up, mate,” Cheryl huffed. The dyed blue-haired Aussie beauty hissed at Cassandra. (Hurry the fuck up). “Hey gyal, it look like yuh wah crash and dead up inna dis, yuh try nuh rush me yah man,” Cassandra answered in her native tongue. The born Jamaican beauty snapped right back at Cheryl. (Hey, it seems like you wanna crash and die tonight. Please don't rush me).

It seems like he has a plan of where this conversation is going. “I’m sorry,” Jack continues, not looking sorry at all, “I know it’s a random question. I was just reminded by this Japanese woman who I met. She taught me some important Japanese words.” He turns to look at everyone. Despite the confusion, nobody dares to question the boss. He is the founding partner of the company and nobody would want to get on his bad side. Jack takes the silence as a positive sign to continue. “For instance, Harujusko,” he says. “It means ‘My God.’”

“You’re overreacting.” I laughed softly. Overreacting? “The whole pack thinks you’re replacing me.” “Why do you have to believe whatever they say? Don't you have a mind of your own?.” He yapped angrily. “But are they wrong?” I said firing back with the same energy but mine wasn't anger, it was pain, hurt and fear.

“Your Seraphin blood—it’s gonna let me walk in the sun again. Power no lord’s touching.” My gut twists, the link tugging, Jude’s heartbeat weak, like a candle in a storm. A vision hits—Jude digging through rubble, Akira’s spear slashing, blood on his hands as he yells my name, voice breaking. I yank the chains, pain roaring in my shoulders, blood dripping onto the stone, sizzling on the runes. “You ain’t touching him,” I say, voice rough, the curse burning but Jude’s face in my head—his kiss, his arms tight around me—keeping me going. “He’s coming for me. You’re fucked.”