My Love Was His Cure Novel Novels & Stories

"You Listers of the Jessiton truly live up to their reputations as great romantic figures! You seriously just married off your ex-fiancee to her lover. I truly had no idea you were capable of such a move, Mr. Lister!" I caught the derision in her tone and managed a reluctant, strained smile. "I'm no sentimental fool. I have always been one to demand an eye for an eye. I'm keen to observe exactly how long Whitney, now stripped of everything, can maintain a loving relationship with Steven, who is paralyzed from the waist down." "What do you mean he's paralyzed?"

"My Prince, you are awake.. What happened, I heard a loud thud and I rushed in to see you sprawled on the floor.. Are you okay?" I stated at him and back at myself... I am cursed but I am different.. I have been cursed since I was an infant and my cure is a Sheba but I am different now because she is my cure and she has healed me. Sarafina. "I think I have my memories back, Khan" * * *

My mum asked moving closer to me Fine; I replied You can have your seat, the maid said giving the doctor a chair beside my bed Thank you, the doctor said and sat down The doctor stared into my eyes and heaved a sigh I need some privacy please; she said and the others walked out It remains only the both of us in the room She felt my temperature and sighed Whats wrong? How and when did it start? I need explanations please; she said I stared at her and explained everything to her Love sickness; she said shaking her head You dont really need treatment, the only thing that can cure you is to see the guy and talk to him; she said

A rather old textbook with a frayed cover and crinkled pages, but… I was running out of options. Maybe I would find what I was looking for here, I figured. Maybe, just maybe, some forgotten history would be the key to finding the cure for this disease. As I read, no matter how hard I tried to shove them away, Heather’s words kept echoing through my mind. “The only cure is death,” she had said. “If the professionals can’t figure it out, what makes you think that you can?”

“Come back. Please. Come back to me.” I looked at him. My mate is bleeding on the floor. At the man who threw himself in front of death for me. The curse wanted to ignore him. Wanted to keep hunting. Keep killing. Keep proving dominance. But love was stronger. I went to him. Held him. Let his touch anchor me back to humanity. “I am here,” I whispered. “I am still here.” “Good.” He coughed up blood. “Because I need you to do something.” “What?”

His eyes were full of love and devotion to her. "I love you. I will do everything in my power to be with you. Now that I finally found you, even death could never break us apart." She leaned on his chest to listen to his heart. It was music to her ears hearing his heartbeat. "Your heart. I like the sound of it." She whispered. "It beats for you." He answered. "Is it chained?" She asked. "I think so. It felt like a chain was binding and squeezing it every time the curse take effect. I looked everywhere and searched every book about curses to find a cure or anything that could break it. But I could not find any." He said.

He read the words on it and realized that it was a medical report about an AIDS diagnosis! He looked behind him. Jane was smiling happily. "Ashton, even if you go back, you won't be able to inherit the Byrd fortune anymore!" She laughed delightedly. There was a strange look on her face as she stared intently at him. "What's this? How did this happen?" Jane stood beside him and said in a low voice, "It's AIDS, of course. You've got to get it, too, just like me!" She lay down on the bed and immediately fell into a deep sleep. Ashton frantically tried to buy post-exposure prophylaxis drugs, but he had been infected with it for too long already.

Lorraine was already accustomed and immediately retorted, "Mr. Mercer, don't forget that it was me, a doctor without a medical license, who cured your eyes. Otherwise, you would still be fumbling in the bathroom." Dawson: ... The air inside the car suddenly became quiet. "Lorraine." "Hmm?" She turned her head to look at him. "Do you want to die?"

The light that had always burned behind his eyes was gone. For a long moment, she couldn’t move. The rest of the world blurred the rumble of collapsing steel, the hiss of dying flames. It was just him and her, bound by the silence between heartbeats. Then something warm pulsed beneath her hand. She looked down and saw faint golden light spreading under her skin, the cure, alive, moving, transforming. Liam’s words echoed inside her: Now you’re the cure. Ava closed her eyes, swallowed her sob, and let the serum flow. The warmth spread through her veins, and with it came something else. It was like her body had become a vessel of light and grief. Her heartbeat grew louder, faster. The ground be

I couldn't let him die just like that. But would I… could I… lay myself down for him? I wanted to scream. I wanted to weep until my lungs broke. But nothing came out. My voice was buried beneath the weight of the choice I was about to take. Justin slammed his hands on the table. “No. This is madness. There has to be another way. You can’t just ask her to—” “There is no other way,” the healer said firmly. “The rot curse is ancient, designed to end a line completely. The cure was written in old blood, bound to love’s sacrifice. Without it, Alpha Williams will not see another moonrise.”