Novel & Cerita Korean Curse

Ethan clutched his head in despair, his voice raspy as he said, "It's not like that, Amelia. Please believe me. I've always loved you and Heidi. I never thought something like this would happen. I really—" "Shut up!" I interrupted him, my rage burning, "How dare you say you loved us? If you really loved us, this wouldn't have happened! You're nothing but a hypocrite and a scumbag!" He knelt on the ground, overwhelmed with hurt as he endured my fury. Then, he pleaded, his voice filled with deep remorse and despair. "Amelia, go ahead and hit me, cuss at me. It's all my fault. I'm responsible for Heidi's death..."

With horrified face he looked at Taehyung but he didn't even bother to give him a look. "Remember one thing, today I begged – plead in front of, not even for me but my Wife ,ONE DAY YOU'LL BE ON YOUR KNEE BEGGING,CRYING, you'll curse your existence but Your karma will come back to you. Karma leaves no one, no fucking one. Mark my words Mr. Taehyung fuckin..." As soon as the curse left his mouth he pulled the trigger at him and shoving the bullet preceding his body.

Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next. "He chose to kill himself," sister Clarity said. "What if the guy can't die? What if he will never die?" Ken asked with a stern voice. "What do you mean Mr Hendrix?" Sister Clarity's brows crossed. "I mean what if that was cursed of Lucifer to him? What If he was cursed to live forever so that he'll suffer forever, watching the woman he loves die repeatedly." My brows crossed. I heard a pinch of pain in his voice or maybe I was just delusional. Plus his idea made me more confused and curious about the two angel's love stories.

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"

Hayden gulped and turned his neck to see her approaching him. "What curse are you talking about? Are we in danger? The entire Pack?" Kimberly asked, walking closer to him. "Don't listen to me, Kim. There is no curse. I was just talking some nonsense to myself" Hayden replied. "You are lying to me, Hayden. There is a curse, what is it about?" She requested to know, sitting by his side on the grass. "I want to know what this curse is about. Is it the reason you have been so worried these days?"

"What the hell did I just see?" "You’ve really pissed someone off, luna." Rome responded, pursing his lips. "You’ve got a rather strong curse on you." "Curse?" I repeated, not sure if I believed what he said. "And what kind of curse is it?" "It is a Vindicta curse." Rome explained. "It seems that you’ve done something to highly offend the caster." "I mean, that is a possibility." I agreed. After all, my past was marred with lots of death and hate. "But if I do have such a curse on me, how do I get rid of it?"

“Only the curse can kill you. I wish it were not this way. I wish your death wouldn’t be painful and long, but it will.” The world sagged around me; her words were a dark promise of what lay ahead. The curse, a shadow lurking, always there, always creating this barrier between me and happiness. A familiar pain echoed through my soul, a pain I’d lived with for years, now more poignant, more unforgiving. “This curse cannot be stopped,” she continued, her voice a sad requiem. “It has to run its course, its own cruel way.” Her expression was full of regret, kindness entwined with sorrow.

In my hand, a crystal tumbler held the whiskey Kael had brought back from his trip to Novella—a sharp, smoky burn that did little to dull the agony clawing at my heart. I swirled the amber liquid, my eyes fixed on its depths, my mind a storm of rage and desperation. This wealth, this power, this throne—it was all mine, wrested from my brother Adrian’s lifeless hands, his blood still staining my memories. But the price was steep, heavier than I’d ever imagined. The curse that gripped me wasn’t just a whisper of pain; it was a beast, its claws tearing at my chest, its teeth sinking into my soul, a relentless torment tied to the Moonborn’s existence. Killing her was my only salvation, the only

But, she seems familiar with the name. "You call your boss with 'Uncle'? Won't he be angry if he hear that? Wait? Jhony? R Corp? You mean, Jhony Redorge, right? Jhony Redorge, a very famous and wealthy businessman? The largest shareholder of R Corp?" surprised Leona. "Good afternoon, Sir," "Good afternoon, Sir," Leona turned to the several employees who greeted Ethan. Really, Ethan has a good position here. Until the employee greeted him politely.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.