The Kiss Curse Novels & Stories

Chapter Nine Taydyn I barely make it three steps into the pack house before the day goes straight to hell. Terrance is mid-sentence beside me, probably about to make another terrible joke, when I feel her. Too close. Too familiar. Too— “—There he is.” I stop. Karissa. Daughter of Alpha Gavin of Crescent Creek. Tall. Leggy. Blonde. Built like most female wolves — strong, sleek, confident in a way that used to be… entertaining.

The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger. Florence didn't dare retaliate. She stood there, pointing toward the neighbors while raising her voice again. "Look, everyone! Look at this vile woman! She's a lunatic! Chester was cursed the day he married her! He lost his life because of her!" I ruffled my hair to make myself look even more disheveled. Then I grabbed her arm and shoved her out the door. Dropping the knife, I followed her outside and fell to my knees at the doorstep in a sudden motion. I then began wailing as I clung tightly to her legs with both hands.

“Then tell me, what are the signs we learned? The things someone feels when they meet their mate?” I signed dramatically, “A strong connection, the ability sensed the scent of their partner, and craving it so much, that they would be able to part with them, and once marked, the bond strengthens “Tessy, you’re overthinking things,” I said with a shrug. “It’s been two thousand years now since the moon goddess cursed the werewolf clan, do you really think she’d just lift the curse suddenly?” I wave my hand dismissively. “Yes, the moon goddess lifts the curse because she couldn’t stand watching our precious Mildred suffer for a crime she didn’t commit,” Tessy said dramatically, giggling.

I wasn’t meant to recall you, but do you remember me? “The pleasure is all mine,” he whispered in his low Greek accent against the back of her palm, and she shook herself out of it, drawing her hand back. She pulled in a deep breath to feel her lungs and exhaled, hoping that the fire in her body would dissipate with her breath. “This way, Mr Kingston,” she politely evaded, her lips curving into a smile. You weren’t supposed to remember, Faith. She chassis herself, but she can’t help but remember those superbly curved lips, very masculine, sliding open mouth kissing from her chin to her neck, going far into prohibited areas. She is still trying to remember who she is.

"I messed up. But I'm here now, and I'll do whatever it takes to make things right." Decker glared at him for a moment longer, then let out a long, ragged breath. The anger slowly drained from his face, replaced by exhaustion and the weight of responsibility. He knew that blaming Ethan wouldn't solve anything. They needed to work together to find a way to break the curse and heal their pack. "Fine," Decker said, finally relenting. "But we need to find Lydia, and we need to figure out how to lift this curse. We've got a long road ahead of us, and we can't afford any more mistakes."

“We weren’t just waiting for anyone. We were waiting for the one who plays with death.” I let out a long sigh and sat back on my heels. “That would be us. Orion and I. We died back at the palace. Over and over. But we broke the curse.” A soft chuckle slipped from the boy’s mouth. He stepped forward, his face eerily like Mirabel’s, only sharper. “Curse?” he repeated, his tone almost mocking. “It isn’t a curse at all.” His eyes locked on Orion. “Your friend there has the ability to return by death.”

“I’m not saying that for your safety, I was saying it for theirs. Knowing your secret puts them in danger of being a target for those who want to use your ability.” “Ability? What ability?” “Haley the curse is called the Healing Kiss. With just a kiss we can heal any and all wounds but it comes at a cost. We take that person’s injury and if you heal someone on the brink of death, it could kill us.” “So we don’t kill our mate?” “No, but our mate will protect us fiercely. This will get himself killed in the process.” So that is why it is believed we are cursed to kill our mate. In a way we are the reason our mate dies. I wonder why no blood red wolf used their gift to save their mate. Nick and

he said in a serious tone. “What should I do then, Prince Caspian?” I asked him for help. “That is why I am here. I will help you. I made an agreement with the Trinity college of Cambridge University and asked them to take you in as a student,” he happily informed me. As a student in Trinity college? But that is in Cambridge? They only accept male college students. Honestly, if you think of it only male students. and attend college. So why in the world will Prince Caspian want me to join the Cambridge University trinity college? Am I not allowed there?

"So, about the curse, we need to find a way to lift it. And please, don’t try to stop me from helping. If it concerns you, it's my business too." A playful smirk danced across Malik's lips, lightening the mood. "We will break that curse, Plush Princess," he declared with a wink. "But right now, there's something else I can't wait for." Before I could grasp the full meaning of his words, he leaned in swiftly, his breath warm against my skin. His lips met mine in a kiss so deep and consuming that it melted all my thoughts away, leaving me completely enraptured, my entire body softening like warmed wax in his embrace.

HIS CURSE; HER BLESSING (Isla’s POV) The chriping sound of the birds woke me up from my sleep. I barely slept after meeting with Sebastian. His words ringed in my mind, each laced with a warning I couldn’t ignore. I had known stepping into the Seedorf family wouldn’t be easy, but I hadn’t expected to be threatened within the first twenty-four hours. Still, I wasn’t going anywhere. I dressed quickly, choosing a simple outfit, and stepped out of my room.