Novel & Cerita Roppongi Curse

Until the moon kills me – or I kill the curse. I drank the broth. My hand didn’t shake.

As always, these stupid Curse that I have always comes when it wants. And I don’t have anything to stop it or prevented it from happening to me, as annoyed as I am, right now, there is no helping me at all. The worse thing about the curse ‘Lust Overdrive’ is that if I don’t calmed it down, the effect on my body and even my sanity will be rather bad, heck according to T.A.S I might even died from these curse if it doesn’t got handled correctly. Usually, when I am home, I can just handle it personally or get help from Hwang Hwa Young. But now that I am out here, I don’t know it these will kill me or not.

explained Ethan to the man he called 'Uncle'. The man's name was Jhony Redorge. The largest shareholder of R company. One of the conglomerates in his homeland. At once, the father of the famous actor, William Redorge. "What exactly happened with her?" William asked Anthony. "Did she just go into shock, stress or something?" Instead of answering, Anthony even asked back. "Apparently, yes. Is there a problem with that?" William. Anthony took a seat near Leona who still looked exhausted. "Did you know if you have asthma, Miss?" asked Anthony. Leona shook her head slightly.

“it’s better she doesn’t. It would only get us into danger.” “Check for the mark of the curse, if she has it.” Roger scanned her little body, and saw the curse sign on her neck. He fell back on the ground with the child in his hands. “She carries the curse.” He whispered. “She’s the curse.” She moved her head to the side, her tears falling down already. And slip into consciousness. “The curse has been born..” the old man announced. Standing up from the tree.

If that was the case, all the more he wanted to challenge his guts by meeting the woman for himself? “When will she show up?” he asked the mayor casually. Everyone around him looked alarmed. “She is a cursed witch. Her curse will bring upon you bad luck,” the guard in red said. Dongyue determined that he was resilient enough to withstand this competition. But the others didn’t need to know he was cursed as well, as the mere truth might make them anxious. “I bet she must be a beauty,” he said with a playful grin, as they were waiting to be served lunch at the dining area of the inn.

He didn’t say anything, and I took the hint to elaborate on my explanation. “The day I disappeared, we were attacked by a small group of rogues. I was the first one to arrive on the scene and Giovanna was there fighting with them. We both instantly felt the mate bond, but when the other rogues realized what was happening, they turned on her. They used her to get me to reject the pack and leave with them. They have tortured her to get me to give them information about the pack while they have been planning and scheming. I can’t even get close enough to her to talk to her or find out if she wants to be my mate.” “Who are ‘they’? Is there an organized group of rogues building up again?”

" She held up her wrist, showcasing a sparkling green bracelet. Then, she smirked, pointing at the simple bracelet on my wrist. "Do you really think Ethan bought that especially for you? It's just a freebie that came with mine. You're only fit for my hand-me-downs!" I glanced down at my bracelet. It was a birthday gift from Ethan a few months ago, and I had always treasured it even though it was not expensive. Yet, it had unexpectedly become Mandy's tool for humiliation, a weapon to wound me.

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.

"We have less than a year. All of us. Unless the curse is broken." The words land like physical blows. A mug slips from someone's fingers, shattering on the deck. A woman near the back gasps, hand flying to her mouth. Two men exchange glances of naked fear. The celebration that had filled the air just moments ago evaporates, leaving behind something thin and brittle. "That can't be right," a voice calls out. "We've lived with this curse for generations." "Read it yourself," Gabriel says, his voice gaining an edge. "The curse has stages. We've been in the first stage – the inability to bond properly with mates. This is the second stage. The final stage."

he said. I nod my head. Even before he did, I already forgive him. So, begging is not going to do anything. I walk inside and he have the door locked immediately with his gaze all fixed on me. "What is bothering you about the curse?" He asked. "I am quite confused. There is this lady I met that I felt the sense of bond between us. Does it mean we…." I didn't finish when he cuts in immediately. I am all ears since I am the one that came to ask the question.