My Love Was His Cure Novel Novels & Stories

"Get up! You're my army physician. You don't kneel to anyone else!" She had been hit with a love hex. With a pull and stumble, she fell straight into Clay's arms. "General Johnson!" he cried out, tightening his hold on her. She clutched his arm. "Help me into the inner room so we can purge the hex." With that, the two of them started toward the inner chamber. "Darling!" I called out to her. She turned to look at me, still leaning against Clay's chest. The lump in my throat grew larger. "You and I are the ones who are husband and wife. It… It's not appropriate for him to cure you."

But as I fumbled for my keys at the door, a crack in the frame revealed Isiah slumped on the sofa, clutching a sexy photo of Zoe. He murmured to himself, lost in the moment, "Zoe... Zoe... I love you so much." The sight drew a hollow chuckle from me. In the old days, I'd have stormed in demanding answers. Now, I just watched him coldly. As his breathing quickened, my heart turned to ice, inch by inch. I shoved the door open, startling him. He stuffed the photo into his pocket with fumbling hands. I squinted at him. "So, you ditched me halfway down the mountain to come home and get off? What, no more dysfunction?"

"What if he found a cure and now—" Ash growled. "There is no cure!" Then he dragged his fingers through his hair. "Or rather, there was no cure for him." He looked at me, and my breath caught as I realized what he meant. My blood could have cured him, but only if he had my love…

“But I am not in anyway concluding my love, it is something that has already been concluded before I was born. You know, there was a time I still had hopes of getting better, those days when I would be filled with hope of one day being like the other boys who could do whatever they wanted without having to think about how my actions could ruin my health.” He said and laughed at himself a little. “Those were my immature periods when I saw my illness as conquerable so I worked hard on myself, learning all I could and befriending all that I knew would be key to my goal so I could have the kind of money and connection required for me to get the cure and solution I needed. But after many years of

Until three years ago, during an argument, I demanded he choose between me and Ava. In response, he had his men lock me in my rooms and take away my phone. That winter, locked in the estate's basement, I nearly broke. In the end, I gave in and begged for mercy. There was a time we were truly in love. When we were younger, he even took a bullet for me, fired by a rival family. Whatever love we'd had was gone. It was time to make a clean break. Without any hesitation, I answered the voice on the other end of the phone. "I'm sure."

“Not so fast.” “What the heck.” I could no longer hold the anger I was keeping at bay. “Leonardo.” “Just the way I love it,” he moaned, his eyes glittering with sick excitement at my anger, as though my hatred was as intoxicating to him as any aphrodisiac. “You can have it.” He placed the cure in my trembling palm, his fingers lingering against my skin a moment too long. My heart soared with such intense joy. Every cell in my body vibrated with relief and hope; Finn would live. Despite everything, despite what I had sacrificed, what I had become, Finn would live.

“I’ll never let you go. Because you’re mine. And somehow you have something that belongs to me.” “What?” “My cure.” He moved closer. Still holding my chin. “You’re the only person who can stop my sleepwalking curse. Your touch. Your blood. Your—” He paused. “You. So yes you will always be with me Remi. Always.” “So that’s what this is?” My throat tightened. “Your cure. That’s what I am?” He let go of my chin. Took my hand instead. Pressed it flat against his chest. His heart. Pounding. Racing.

: is she okay or does our Queen B needs rehab? I took her phone from her. What is this? I whispered, you tell me! She said immediately. Where were you last night Zuri, I searched for you, I asked and I came out, your car had zoomed off in the night, I asked Mason he said, you had migraines and you needed to rest and I shouldn't worry, only for me to see this when I woke up in the morning. What time is it, I asked It's we need a solution o clock, G answered sarcastically. Hahaha, how funny I responded, what do they mean by rehab? What is going on

“Would you still have loved me?” The question nearly destroyed me emotionally. Because beneath all the revelations, beneath the curse and the celestial manipulations, this was the wound bleeding deepest inside him. Not whether he was created. Whether our love belonged to us at all. I stepped closer slowly until only inches remained between us. Then, carefully, I placed my hand over his heart. The curse flickered sharply beneath my touch. Golden light moved beneath it almost protectively now. “I loved you before I remembered who I was,” I whispered. Kael’s breathing turned uneven instantly. “I loved you when you were cruel to me.” Pain crossed his face sharply.“I loved you when you pushed me

I asked, watching him; I couldn't push away the strange feeling, like something was very wrong and yet his scent hadn't changed. "A few hours ago. I didn't want to wake you," he explained. "Did you... did you get the cure?" I asked him, and he nodded. "Yes, I did." "So Isabella was right; there is a cure." "She is, and now you don't have to worry about me losing control; I have been cured completely." "That was..." "Fast?" The word on my mind was unbelievable, but I nodded, with a smile on my face. "You know I am really glad to hear this." I say, rising to my feet and heading to the balcony. I threw the door wide open, letting the sun in.