Romans & histoires Wicked Curse

" She held up her wrist, showcasing a sparkling green bracelet. Then, she smirked, pointing at the simple bracelet on my wrist. "Do you really think Ethan bought that especially for you? It's just a freebie that came with mine. You're only fit for my hand-me-downs!" I glanced down at my bracelet. It was a birthday gift from Ethan a few months ago, and I had always treasured it even though it was not expensive. Yet, it had unexpectedly become Mandy's tool for humiliation, a weapon to wound me.

“You’re unbelievable!” I frowned immediately. “What happened?” “What happened?” she repeated angrily. “You rejected your pregnant mate publicly then banished her right after?” My body went still. “What?” “You heard me!” I stared at her confused. “What banishment?” Mira looked at me like she wanted to hit me. “Don’t act confused now, Arnold.” I grabbed her arm immediately. “What are you talking about?” She shoved my hand away angrily. “Gamma James gathered the elders and banished Leticia under your command!”

“You’d been waiting for us?” “Us? No. You? Yes.” Her aunt’s stern tone dripped with disapproval. “I lifted his curse again,” Gail told her then hesitated a moment before adding, “again temporarily.” “I saw and you need to stop.” Gail blinked, staring at her aunt with her mouth hanging open. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.” “What? What do you mean I need to stop?” “Just what I meant. You need to stop trying to lift that werewolf’s curse. First, curses are something I don’t think your magic can deal with. Second, despite everything in the past and the warnings I’ve given, you like him.”

Davil grows into a giant and a tear drops. "Losing her child and womb is nothing compared to what I plan to take from her. I will take and take until she is isolation and I will have the last attack. I will break her until there is nothing left to break. An eye for the whole body part, "he grin, and I walk backwards. Davil continues, "She doesn't deserve to be happy. A curse deserves to be treated as one"

"Indeed, you're my daughter. My most beloved one too. Thereby I won’t let you go for a man who’s unworthy to be called your alpha. And closely resembling your mother, and personality and attitude like mine, you should know exactly my plan. We’re going to ward off both bad luck with one blow. These two unlucky souls will become one and go far far away from my kingdom after this last encounter." Juniper was smiling wickedly. “They won’t ever be seen ever again. Even when there’s special event going on, I won’t even invite them. I will just pretend that the letter got lost along the way,” sneered King Leonardo. He then laughed loudly as he was finally able to get rid of his curse and the ominou

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

Zadkiel rolled his eyes because if that took this much time for her to just diagnose, he could save it by telling her. “Cursed? What do you mean cursed?” Irvin frowned, making Zadkiel turn his head to him. If Irvin was acting then he was way too good at it. He could make anyone fool by the way he looked shocked. “A strong powerful curse by a very powerful and evil witch.” She stated. “It’s breakable, right? You can break the curse?” Irvin asked, hoping to get a positive answer. He couldn’t afford to get another no.

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

Ava remained unconscious in the next room, her breathing shallow but steady. Morwenna sat across from me, her gnarled hands clasped tightly around a worn leather book. The flicker of the flames danced in her ancient eyes as she spoke, her voice low and filled with the weight of centuries. “This curse,” she began, her tone measured, “was not born from the hatred of enemies or the wrath of gods. It was forged by a witch, a woman scorned by the Silverclaw Pack centuries ago. She was a formidable power in her time, one who sought control over the pack’s strength—believing that their might was something she could wield.”