This Curse Is Just Awesome Novels & Stories

The world outside looked like a cottage core dream. Selena turned around and grimaced. The shrine—her cursed assignment—was still gloomier than a tax office, with thunderclouds coiling ominously above it like it had committed several felonies. And the worst part? The storm was exclusive. It hovered only above the shrine, like nature itself had obvious favoritism.

I inquired knowing fully well that Cheryl didn't dabble in the dark arts. “Yeah, that's the one, and it was to bind a curse I got from my former pack,” she answered, and I nodded, knowing that she wasn't telling me everything. My cock had a mind of its own and seeing the sheer dress rising up on my prize all thoughts of deception vanished as I leaned over her to touch her curly covered cunt. Sliding my thick fingers through her folds at her entrance I stuck my middle finger up inside and gazed up at her face. Her walls were tight against my finger, but dry.

It wasn't like I hadn't tried telling my family about the curse. A month ago, the pack witch, Alina Lopez, told me that the curse was extremely deadly, with no way of lifting it. I would be coughing up blood and dying in a month. The first thing I did was to return home to see my family. As soon as I walked in, I saw my older brother, Kent Greene, happily holding up a beautiful new dress against Natali Fisher. "Dad, Mom, look at the dress Kent bought for me—isn't it beautiful?" Natali twirled around with the dress and looked over to Mom and Dad.

"I know it's hard to believe right now, but all of this is reversible." "So does someone have the anti-virus?" Erin asked excitedly. I hesitated. "Not exactly." "Then what exactly?" Cynthia said in a hard tone. I bit my lip and looked back at Craig and Benjamin who shrugged and stepped away unwilling to be a part of my explanation. I was on my own on this one. "Well... you see it's a... it's a curse," I mumbled the last word out. "A what?" Cynthia asked holding her ear as she strained to hear me.

“No.” “Why not?” “This is a curse, it’s not some fucking wonderful thing.” “No, this is a curse,” she says, pointing to her legs, looking close to tears. “Being human is the fucking curse. I could do so much good if I could walk. I am useless like this. Please!” she pleads with me.

"That's really romantic and really depressing." "I contain multitudes." Despite everything, I laughed. God, I loved him. "Kade?" "Yeah?" "If we don't make it—" "Don't." His voice was fierce. "Don't say goodbye. Not yet." I nodded. "Okay. No goodbyes." Then the curse pulsed. I gasped, doubling over. Pain lanced through my chest, sharp and burning. Worse than before. "Sera!" Kade caught me as my legs gave out. "It's spreading faster," I managed. "The curse—"

It was a single act that indicated that we respect our mate, and we cherish their “I am already Cursed, the Moon Goddess can’t lay a curse on me again, it is just likea strong pack fighting a weaker one.” He sounded like the fact that he was already cursed was a means nothing to him. “ I am serious …. We can’t” He dragged me closer to himself, his denim blue eyes melted into mine.

“What’s true?” I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling my pulse race, my body shuddering with something more than just recovery. The answer burned on my tongue. “The curse,” I whispered. He tilted his head, his brows knitting. “What about the curse?” I turned my gaze to him slowly, savoring the moment, the revelation. “It’s working. Don’t you see it? When I cursed Alpha Williams, I didn’t just weaken him. The rot curse doesn’t only drain—it transfers. I saw it and never believed it would work but it does.”

The edge. It’s overwhelming. I grab the handle just as someone shoves the door open from the other side. The door swings wide. And she tumbles straight into my arms. I catch her instinctively, one arm wrapping around her waist as I steady her. Static crackles between us. Goosebumps erupt across my skin. Her scent floods my lungs. Euphoria slams into me. I look down. Fiery orange curls. Pine-green eyes. Freckles scattered everywhere. Full, soft lips.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.