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For ten years, my family had called me a jinx. When I was three years old, my dad claimed that he lost a major project because he had to take care of me due to my illness. My mom wanted to buy me sweets, only to end up getting hit by a car in front of a candy store. That was how she hurt her arm. My older sister, Siena Bell, often claimed that she screwed up in her tests simply because I kept breaking her pens. One day, my mom invited a shaman named Mr. Reyes over. After inspecting the house, he contemplated for a while. "This child is affiliated with misfortune by nature. She's a walking jinx who absorbs the entire family's luck." He then added, "But if she has a life of misfortune, you will regain your luck." At first, I felt aggrieved and tried to fight back by throwing tantrums. I tugged at my mom's sleeve while arguing loudly, "I'm not a jinx!" But my mom just looked at me calmly. There was a hint of eerie calmness in her eyes. She said, "Mr. Reyes said that you have to accept your fate. Someone has to bear the sacrifices no matter what." Her icy words doused out the hope in my heart. In a way, this twisted dynamic actually worked. My dad's business went steady, whereas Siena started getting better grades. At one point, I even started thinking that I was a real jinx. But… why was it that my family was haunted by more misfortune after my death?

Perfect Grades, Perfect Features, Scholarships, Money, Boys at your feet, Every material thing you desire-Are these what make up the perfect life¿ Not for Danielle Sanchez. Danielle lives what everyone sees as a perfect life-except it's far from perfect. When her dad dies in an accident, everyone thinks she lost her father but she lost way more than that...she lost her mother too. Her mother became nothing but a force pushing her to get better grades..the force that leads her to do something she later regrets...the force that leads her to make a wish- a wrong wish. There is only one way to break the spell. ~Find Her Soul Mate But what happens when her soulmate is not Human¿? It's drama. It's mystery. It's fiction. It's romance. It is....JINXED BY ME¡!!

After undergoing a gallbladder removal surgery, I get discharged while having to hunch over in pain. In fact, I have to go home while attached to a surgical drainage bag. Before I even reach the front door, I hear Rayne Randall, my sister who's ten years younger than me, wailing at the top of her lungs. "Dad, there's a splinter in my finger! It hurts so much!" "Let me blow your booboo away for you, Ray. It won't hurt anymore once I'm done." As soon as I open the front door, I see my dad rolling his eyes at me. His previously happy disposition quickly morphs into an annoyed one. "Why are you home this late? It's just a small surgery, isn't it? Look at how much of a wuss you're being! Ray wants to have fish for dinner, so you'd better take your ass to the market and buy a fresh one for her!" My surgical wound hurts so much that I keep trembling in pain. I can barely move an inch. Having noticed that I'm not moving at all, he chucks a slipper at me right away. "Just go! What's with that gloomy look of yours? It's all thanks to you that our luck is gone! Every time I see a jinx like you walking around, I feel even unluckier!" As far as I remember, my dad keeps calling me a jinx who has ruined his family. Now that I've had a close brush with death, I don't want to keep living in this world like a pathetic loser. In that case, I might as well let everyone in this family have a real dose of my misfortune.

Life is not always bright. Esmeray, a woman who has always believed that there is good in everything, realized that when misfortune struck her one after another. Despite trying to live a normal life, she felt as if the world closed its doors to her; as she fell into despair, the curse she was oblivious of which repressed her peculiarity was broken and she became aware that she possessed a supernatural ability. Her world turned upside down as she found herself living in Mysticuria, a hidden place on Earth where supernatural people reside. She thought that she already fits in despite the peculiarity of the community as she hoped to unfold her identity but it seemed that her special ability is a jinx that could paint its user black and could cause destruction to the world. How will she survive if there is an order to exterminate her? "I have always been a lover of sunshine, an admirer of the light of day, a daughter of the Sun. To see the beauty of the world and its people in the glimmer of daylight made me feel loved. But of course, the thoughts I once believed in came crashing down into a speck of dust. I was unduly blinded by the goodness of every day that I overlooked the cruelty of life; it was already late when I realized that the dark dawns to shade my beautiful world with pitch-black."

Hexes and Howls revolves around Miranda Lewis, a high school student living with her uncle in a small town that was once home to supernatural beings of all kinds. Miranda is a young witch who tries her best not to stand out in any situation. The fear of someone finding out who she is made her isolate herself from her peers. But when she got herself entangled with the situations that came after saving a ghost from soul eaters and helping her crush adjust to his new life as a werewolf, she realized the dangers that lurks in the shadows of their town.

Two decades earlier, the realms of the Four Courts waged war against the covens of witches. Neither side would yield, though both were bleeding themselves dry in a war that spanned five brutal years. The Courts relied on their noble bloodlines, the witches on their wild and ancient spells. Each skirmish ended in ash, with neither enemy capable of breaking the other. Then a sorcerer from the Courts revealed a weapon: an octagonal crystal forged from eight different stones, each carved from the essence of a court. On the battlefield, before witches or nobles could comprehend what was happening, the crystal ignited. A blinding eruption of light burst forth, eight rays fusing into one unbearable brilliance. It was not merely sight that was torn away in that flash — but power, essence, and soul. Both Courts and witches alike fell, drained of the magic that had defined them. When the light faded, the battlefield lay silent under a sky of glittering dust. The enchantments were gone. The witches’ spellcraft, the courts’ line-born sorcery — extinguished forever. Neither side had won. Both had lost. And magic never returned.