This Curse Is Just Awesome Novels & Stories

How could I be so inconsiderate to do that? "I know your weakness is attacking you again, but that's the only way. And if you won't do it, the curse won't set you free as long as you're breathing. Moreover, if you can't kill a hundred people by yourself, the curse will be the one to kill people, and it might kill more than just a hundred, but thousands or more. As long as you are alive, it will always wake you up from your slumber. You don't have any refuge. It will stay forever in every vein of your body. Can you see squeamish things every day?"

“You will take everything I give you tonight. The curse demands penetration to weaken. I’m going to fuck you, Elara. Fill this cursed little cunt with my cock and my seed. The magic needs life to seal the pathways — my cum deep inside your womb is the key.” He gripped my hips, lifting me slightly so my legs wrapped around his waist. The head of his thick cock nudged my slick entrance, teasing my folds. Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me. The sensation was cataclysmic. I screamed as his cock stretched me wide, the cursed pleasure amplifying every inch. It felt like pure liquid fire and ecstasy fused together — his hot, throbbing length dragging against eve

“Good—“ I began. He gripped my hair again and jerked himself up. His cum shot straight down my throat, forcing me to swallow it. “Ohhh… fuck it…” he moaned as he shot himself up again. He released my hair and collapsed on his chair, his eyes closed. “Wh-what’s the curse about?” I asked, praying I didn’t lose my chance yet. “Oh, that?” His eyes shot open and he gave me a smile. Hope flickered in my heart. “The curse is that we can’t get enough of you, queen.” He chuckled, closing his eyes again. “Fuck, that was good.” He mumbled, purring in satisfaction.

Teacher Lavin claps both of his hands to Teo quick responses. “Yes, that's the reason why it was called the curse planet. Because every wolf and vampire that live there that get caught by someone that had the ability to hunt and tame or can also be called a ‘Hunter’ in the mouth of humans in there will burn them with fire alive and watch them scream in agony until they can no longer make any more sound”

“But it’s the part that matters.” The bond pulsed softly between them. Not demanding. Not pulling. Just present. Ava looked up at him. “You really think this can work?” Cassian didn’t answer immediately. The forest wind moved through the clearing. The pack house stood silent in the distance. Finally he said, “I think the curse only wins if we stop trying.” Ava felt the magic stir faintly again. Not anger. Not fear. Something lighter. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

The curse had been broken. And I couldn’t be any happier.

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

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.