Novel & Cerita The Curse Of Veneto

she bitterly smiled, “so my desire is my origin. What's with my parents, the ancestors, the ancient? What cause this suffering in my heart when I'm only want is live?” Her expression change greatly as she added, “Do I deserve it?” “Nonsense!” The voice vibrated, and the white fragment cause her pupils to shrink. “No one deserve such a thing. The curse is a price from the ancient, and it's nothing personal, lady.” Nuahanna shook violently. The white fragment came to her mind, causing her mind to spun. The way it spun, it revive the emotions in the deepest of her soul! Creeching, splashing and banging sounds filled her mind. Then the images so bright it daze her, and she vibrated herself. Her

He wriggled his body, in a desperate attempt to shake off the curse as if it was just dust. "But I am no woman like you," she glanced at the unmoved clutch of cloth that covers the babe, "though moved by my wrath, I could never hurt the innocent that you will sire into this world. Yet, I will not look past the enormities of your doing, and so as the last of my mercy on your kin, these words will break the curse: only united hearts arise from the flames of betrayals and sins shall be freed." Waves of moon's power was delivered once more to Ganur's skin, settling in to every fibre of his being, sealing the curse completely. Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not ext

“Vaffanculo! Vaffanculo!” Lucrezia curses repeatedly inside her car as she drove along with other Italian curses that she grew up hearing from their Italian helpers at home. Lucrezia pressed on the gas pedal, speeding at the almost empty highway at dawn to reach her husband at home who has no idea that his life is in danger. She shouldn’t ave gone to her home. She shouldn’t have told her father anything. She shouldn’t have stuck her nose where it doesn’t belong in the first place. She shouldn’t have opened the door to Pietro’s office and indulged herself in the secrets that he was hiding.

"I don't have anything with them... they can all die." The head witch's breath caught in her throat as Vlad traced his finger upwards towards her chin. "You won't hurt them..." "I won't. You have my word." Vladimir grinned and stepped back. He raised his hand in mock surrender. "I will not lay a finger on any of you." The head witch sighed and asked, "What type of curse do you want to break?" "The curse of vulnerability," Vladimir replied. "She cursed me with the weakness to Mountain Ash..." The head witch turned pale. "Which witch did that?"

Vito’s smug smile as he pressed his body against hers was infuriating. Before I knew it, I was drinking. The burn of the whiskey was a temporary release from the storm within. My eyes never left Ellie, and when it looked like Vito was pulling her away, panic set in. The thought of her returning to Vito, leaving me, was unbearable. It wasn't just jealousy; but the curse that hovered over me, binding me to her. I needed her to stay. Without her, I wasn’t sure what the curse would do to me. That’s why I sent Theo to fetch her, to ensure she stayed by my side where I could keep an eye on her.

She gasped and forced it down like poison, but it lingered. He saw it. Of course he saw it. Nyros closed the distance between them, his fingers lifting toward her face. "You feel it too. The ache. The pull. You were made for me." "No," she snarled, knocking his hand away, her voice gaining strength. "Whatever this is, it's not love. It's a curse." His silver eyes gleamed. "Then let it curse us together." He leaned in—his scarred lips inches from hers—and time seemed to halt. Shadows coiled around them like vines. Veyra's heart thudded in her chest, not from desire, but from terror. She tried to move, to push him back, but her limbs betrayed her.

“Then hear it. The curse isn’t what you think.” Zaya froze. “What are you talking about?” Adrian’s gaze burned into her. “The curse didn’t come from the enemy clans. It wasn’t some punishment from the gods. It was placed by one of us.” Her blood ran cold. “No…” she whispered. “Yes,” Adrian said, voice harsh now, echoing off the walls. “The curse was born from betrayal. From love turned into vengeance. And the blood that fuels it…” His eyes darkened. “It runs in your veins.”

“Elena, dear, do you know what curses usually do? They weaken everything around them. They rot foundations and destroy strength. Isn’t that fitting?” There was a tense silence, almost as if they were all waiting for her to crumble. She set down her fork gently, lifted her eyes and met Nyla’s own with a steady and calm look of defiance. “You’re right,” she said in a smooth voice. “Curses do indeed weaken houses. That’s why they say envy is the oldest curse of all, especially when it's coming from someone who's supposed to be a role model in the house.” There was a stunned silence, and everyone paused at the shocking comeback. Nyla’s smile vanished immediately, and her mischievous composure cr

He was trying to find the solution to his curse, but in all the years, he failed to find a cure for it. “Is this what I deserve?” He mumbled, and then suddenly, all the blood lust started increasing in his body. He suppressed his craving last night, but tonight, it seemed impossible, so he opened the back door of the house and ran towards the forest. The craving to hunt someone, to hurt someone, and feel their metallic blood taste on his tongue became too much. Dinner passed in silence. Violetta sat alone at the long table, the clink of cutlery echoing faintly. She ate mechanically, thoughts drifting despite her efforts not to let the day’s humiliation resurface.

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”