Roppongi Curse Novels & Stories

Evan couldn't see Carmen's reaction, but as I was standing behind him, I could. When she heard Evan say that the perpetrators were suspected to be from an organ trafficking ring, she raised a brow and had a strange smirk on her face. Out of the blue, I recalled something I'd forgotten. While I'd been tied to the bed and assaulted, someone masked from the nose up flashed that very same smile at me as I screamed and struggled. Before leaving, she'd adjusted the camera to make sure it faced me before saying to the men, "Lyra here likes it rough. You don't need to hold yourselves back with her."

"Now you’re awakening, and it’s all coming back. The power, the darkness, the curse." Lena felt a pang of dread settle deep in her chest. "What curse?" Adrian’s eyes flickered, as if the question struck too close to something he wasn’t ready to confront. "It’s a long story," he said softly. "But it’s one that we both have to face now. Together."

I went still. Cold clarity swallowed me whole. Rage—not mine—rose from deep inside. A presence older than Elara. Darker. The Curse. Miguma. I surrendered. My eyes opened underwater. They were no longer honey brown. They were pitch black. The sky above cracked open with thunder. Lightening tore across the desert— And rain—impossible, slicing rain—fell like shards of glass. Melody jerked back from the waters edge, eyes wide. “What—what’s that?!”

“I meant politely, you little glowing gremlin! Not stalk a human like a curious cat discovering light bulbs!” “Well,” Yin straightened, lowering his voice dramatically, “about that... I was investigating the rumors. The ones about the land god’s successor. Just to verify.” “And?” Yin grinned. “Guess what, my lord?” “Tell me right now or I will punch your Adam’s apple through the phone screen.” “Selena Collins,” Yin said, glancing around theatrically like he was revealing royal gossip, “has the mark and it's already activating, centered, humming with spiritual inertia. I saw it myself. The land god prophecy nailed it.”

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

The water following us in here and starting to rise already. “Fuck!” Cam yells from the front. “It’s a dead end. We’re trapped.” Suddenly, my heart stops. We’re trapped. We’re all about to freaking die down here. All of this was for nothing. “Move!” Finn shouts at Cam and pushes him to the side, Randy walking up next to him as they both place their hands on the wall and start chanting in another language. I take a deep breath as I start to realize what they’re doing, and Griffon takes a step closer to me, his hand wrapping around my waist and holding onto me tightly like he needs support.

"The young one. He's already too far gone." I exhaled through my nose. "Julian is loud, arrogant, and ruled by his impulses. That doesn't make him dangerous." "It does when the curse is involved," Rowan replied. "Men like that don't stop themselves once the obsession takes hold." "I can handle him." He stopped walking. I did too, turning to face him. "That's not the point," he said, meeting my eyes. There was no anger there, only that maddening, immovable resolve. "You shouldn't have to."

' Her voice trembled, but she ground down, ass cheeks brushing my belly. I gripped her hips, vines allowing just enough, fingers tracing her crack. 'Yeah... gods, Tessa.' Suspense built with every roll, the curse fragments stirring, pulsing in time with our rhythm. I pressed a finger to her ass, circling the tight ring, pushing in slow with spit and will. She arched, gasping. 'More... bind us deeper.' The intrusion stretched her, my cock buried in her pussy, finger working her ass in tandem. Pleasure twisted dark, the vines glowing, magical energy sparking where we joined—blue light flickering, drawing out the curse's hold.

Sally's way better. On screen, I saw myself. I was flushed red from head to toe. Breakouts spread across my face in seconds, and a sharp, uncontrollable pain stabbed into my stomach. It felt like thousands of needles digging deep inside me. I doubled over, cold sweat soaking through my back. I must've looked completely out of it, because I threw off the rhythm of Francis's stream. His face darkened as he dragged me aside. "Do you have any idea what tonight is? We've got a deal with the sponsor. If the stream hits ten million viewers for thirty minutes, we get a hundred thousand dollar bonus!"

"What rubbish are you blabbing, curse, what curse, I mated with the right woman, not a slave, but my mate. What is your proof of your words?" Aiden said, now this was beginning to sound terrible, as he turned to stare at Sharriah, he couldn't pinpoint what was going on in her head, she must have blocked her thoughts from him, and yes she had the powers to do so. "The curse currently wiping the human land is the evidence of my words and this can only be stopped if you choose the right mate." The seer said, the atmosphere was thick with confusion and murmuring. "And who did you think is the right mate?"