The Words From My Mouth Are Cursed Novels & Stories

And the God followed that threat with a gentle laugh. I, in disbelief, whispered the word that I hadn't uttered for so long. "Scumbag." But Arche obviously heard me because he suddenly stopped laughing. "Ah, pardon my vulgar vocabulary," I said, then I gave the God my infamous arrogant smirk. "I should have said 'may your hairline decline each time your divine mouth sprouts garbage' instead." I should thank my mother’s journal for teaching me well. Ah, no… It’s more like 'Meredith’s Guide to Eloquent Cursing 101.' After all, the journal was filled with her unique way of cursing

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

Braylon’s pride was beginning to get hurt, he was resisting the curse words that were about to pile up inside him. Grandma Aubrey could hear him if he had cursed in his mind and that would only make things get worse. Imogen on the other side was smirking and ready to see his pride get hurt. She was waiting for him to say the word and use it against him till her time in the mansion elapses.

A year and he still possesses the power to knock all my sanity from my body in one touch. “Fuck, Shit, I mean fiddle sticks.” I gaze at Ever-Lee’s smiling face. “Never speak those words.” I give her, her first life lesson, to not curse. “Those are bad words.” A warm smile pulls on my face as she grips my finger. *** The day’s end couldn’t come faster, minutes turned into hours, hours of agonizing pain. I want to see him again, I can’t stop thinking of his words, it's playing in my head over and over again. You, it has always been you.

I'd do anything for this man. So why couldn't I tell him? I sighed and rubbed my eyes. "I'm cursed. Everyone around me dies." Flipping me over, he pinned me down to the bed. "Baby . . ." " His voice was all husky and coarse. "You aren't cursed. That's ridiculous." "But I am," I insisted. "I pissed off some god in my past life and now I'm fucking plagued." He chuckled. "It's not funny!"

he asked, his voice laced with concern. Jessica remained silent, unable to speak through her sobs. Marcus reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Please, trust me. You can tell me anything," he said, his voice soothing. After a few minutes, Jessica took a deep breath and looked up at Marcus. "I'm cursed," she whispered. Marcus's mouth fell open in shock. "Cursed? What do you mean?" he asked. Jessica took another deep breath before continuing. "I have this curse that makes me unable to control my sexual urges. Whenever I feel horny, I lose control, and I can't stop myself," she explained, her voice trembling.

I mutter and the hold he has on my neck tightens. “I want you out of my house! I don’t wish to see your fucking disgusting face ever again you hear me? Run back to the males who sent you and tell them I refuse to fuck your little pussy. Go somewhere else to fill your cunt. Your little façade of the bond won’t work on me!” Those filthy words of curse crushed my heart to the bits and I could feel my ears bleeding. “H-how could you say such t-things! I n-never knew s-someone could so casually hurl s-such d-disgusting words to their f-female!” I barely utter as my eyes grow blurry.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

“Magic that cursed our bloodline!” Zaya’s breath caught in her throat, the words slicing through her like a blade. She could feel the judgment in every gaze—wolves she had grown up with now staring at her as if she were a stranger, a threat. For a fleeting moment, the strength she had clung to wavered. “I never cursed anyone,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. “If anything, I’ve been fighting against it. Against something far darker than you can imagine.”