Novel & Cerita The Kiss Curse: A Novel

But as Lucille’s heart started beating violently inside her chest, she did the absolute thing she never thought she’d do in her entire life. "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do," she whispers to the man before she leans forward until their lips were already touching. And at that very moment, she almost forgot the reason why she was here. The moment their lips touched, something inside her felt different. It wasn’t her first kiss, and she wasn’t that naïve. And she was also sure this wasn’t because she was kissing a stranger. In fact, the moment their lips touched, the feeling wasn’t new. It was so familiar, too familiar that it made her think if she ever kissed the man before. But she was su

"You heard me, dude. I killed someone the other night - a middle-aged woman. Christian, I'm not the person who you think I am. I'm a meat-eating monster." That confession was pretty hard for me, but to my surprise, Christian burst into laughter. "And what does it have to do with what happened between us that night? I didn't kill anyone, Justine." Despite his laughter, my entire face remained solemn. Not even a single muscle of my face moved while staring at him. "Everything, Chris. Everything has to do with what happened between us that night. I have had this curse since I turned eighteen. That anyone whom I kissed will die." To make it more convincing, I leaned closer to him and rubbed my l

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

"But there's a sweeter part you should know. The symptoms will manifest even before her heat cycle begins. Neither she nor you will anticipate it. She'll be overwhelmed by anxiety and the anticipation of what's to come. And sadly, she won't hesitate to choose any man over you to satisfy her cravings. The mate bond won't stand a chance against the strength of a witch's curse." "Is there any way to break it?" Ryle interjected, genuine concern for Chelsea evident in his question. Julia laughed, a cruel edge to the sound, and slowly moved closer to me. She sat on my lap, her arms wrapping around my neck as if she were marking her territory. "No, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with mali

“Because of the true love’s kiss, I decided to make this book thinner. When your daughter turned 18, she will have the same fate as you. By that time, you will no longer transform into a dog. If you can successfully burn it before she turns 18, you’re all spared from the curse.” The kiss… It was true love’s kiss that makes it thinner. But she doesn’t like what she found… The note stating that her daughter will have the same fate as her. Of course, she doesn’t want her future daughter or any of her future children to suffer the weird and mysterious experience she now has. She decided to leave the resort. *** On the bed, Drew found out a note: “My love, I will be out for a while… Please don’t

His gaze stays on my face for a second longer than I expect. “I never noticed how brown your eyes are.” I stare at him. “What?” “Your eyes.” He gives me the bottle and looks at me again, calm as ever. “They’re very brown.” He has known me for two years and seen my face almost every day. He has never once commented on my eyes. Maybe this is it. Maybe this is what the curse looks like when it starts with Victor. Then again, I look like shit after hiding in my room for days, and he may simply be looking at me properly for once.

There was only him, his mouth moving against mine like he had been starving, like he had been holding back for far too long. My wolf surged. Not stirred. Not whispered. She surged, wild and euphoric, crashing through me with undeniable certainty. “Mate.” The word rang through my bones, sharp and clear, and my body answered it instantly. Heat flared, pulse roaring, something ancient locking into place deep inside me. I kissed him back without thinking, without fear, without restraint, and the moment stretched dangerously thin. Then he froze. His body went rigid against mine, the kiss breaking abruptly as he pulled away with a harsh sound torn from his throat. His hand flew to his neck, finger

Just Darius. “You think I care what you call it?” he whispered, breath against my ear, cold as death. “Call it rape. Call it whatever you want. You belong to me, thief.” He pulled out, and I gasped—more from the burn than the release. I felt it against my thighs—hot, wet, sickening. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Not until he laughed. “Well, it works,” he said, amused, like he’d just confirmed a theory. “Me inside you. It keeps the curse at bay.”

She desired to have 100 such wounds at that moment. Vivian read her face for a moment and then started undressing her .the knot on her gown wouldn’t give way.Elsa seemed to enjoy his eagerness to unknot her gown.he forcefully tore the straps apart when he found it difficult .The fact that her gown was torn forever didn’t seem to matter to her in the least.Ripping her first layer out, he started digging his face frantically into her cleavage .How much she had missed it these days.4 days were like 4 months.She clutched his hair with her hands and lost all traces of consciousness ,ego or self-pride.She understood that true love meant surrendering everything.She felt it to be her utmost duty to

Those years of waiting for his arrival never seem to end. It’s been five years now. The alpha is yet to be found, neither could Imogen find a way to lift the curse nor did she forget how Braylon was swallowed by a dark shadow right in front of her eyes. She is yet to discover what that shadow was. And she will stop at nothing to look for a way to lift the curse. ***