Cursed Bath の小説・ストーリー

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

The SUV roared away, swallowed by the night. ****** ◈THOMPSON'S MANSION◈ “You really need a proper bath, darling,” Caleb murmured, his voice low and steady as his arm found Asher’s waist. The faint scent of soap and warmth filled the air as he guided him toward the bathroom. “Here you go. The tub’s ready.” Caleb crouched, easing down Asher’s boxers. Asher lifted his legs without protest, quiet and obedient beneath his touch. Caleb hung the damp fabric on the silver rack before turning back, his gaze softening.

Shit, I cursed internally. Rushing up the steps to my bedroom. I grabbed my phone off the bed. And went over to bathroom to fill the tub up with warm water. I didn't bother with a nice bath soap, or anything that I normally would have thrown in to make my bath more than comfortable. Once it hit the right amount and temperature, I stripped off my clothes. In the bath, my head felt fuzzy. And the pain that has been in control of my moods returned. Seeing Eclipsa was a lot to bare.

“Don’t reward me. We just fucked not too long ago, you sex god. I wanna bath, okay? I’m covered in your cum, blood from that psycho bitch’s slap, and sweat from fighting her ass off—fuck, I probably look like a hot mess right now. So back off with the fingers before I curse your ass out too and make you laugh so hard you bust a nut without touching me.” “Sex god, huh?” I rasped, leaning in to nip at her bloody lip, tasting her again. “Fine, princess. You wanna bath? Daddy’s got a private shower in the back. But you’re not going alone. I’m washing every inch of you myself—scrubbing my cum off those thighs, soaping up those red tits I slapped, and making sure that greedy pussy’s clean before I

I went still. Cold clarity swallowed me whole. Rage—not mine—rose from deep inside. A presence older than Elara. Darker. The Curse. Miguma. I surrendered. My eyes opened underwater. They were no longer honey brown. They were pitch black. The sky above cracked open with thunder. Lightening tore across the desert— And rain—impossible, slicing rain—fell like shards of glass. Melody jerked back from the waters edge, eyes wide. “What—what’s that?!”

And her eyes immediately widened when he saw the shortest hand of the clock was already pointing to eight. "Whatt???" She squealed in surprise. It's surprising, because her consciousness hasn't fully recovered yet, she immediately went to the closet to get a change of clothes, then went into the bathroom. And in the bathroom, Leona continued to curse her stupidity. She had never woken up this late. Previously, the alarm had always worked fine. What was wrong that the clock that had accompanied her for years didn't wake her up? After bathing and wearing clothes, Leona immediately came out of the room. She remembered very well that last night William asked her to be a servant in this apartemen

He was to remain in the bathtub for an hour. Lavana was seated on a wooden stool beside the bath, singing a comforting siren melody to him. Doctor Alstein fed Phoenix three white pills and then left the bathroom to rest on the couch in the chamber. This illness was from a dark wiz bloods curse. It was rare and in the past, it had no cure. But his late teacher found the cure and he, being the successor, was taught the cure. He never thought he’d see a live victim one day. …

"Vivienne..." "I don't want to drink blood, you know," I said in a desperate voice. "but there is a part of me that wants to. The unquenchable thirst makes me feel less human. Right now, I can hear every beat of your heart; smell the intoxicating scent of your skin. The demons in me want to enslave me, I tried to suppress the urge, but it's still there like a curse!" "You don't have to fight the demons," Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them."

Except that I have hope that being Princess Rowena's slave won't be as horrific as being my father's. "Your bath water is ready, follow me" Beth orders. All the three servants lead the way to the next room and I follow behind. A massive bathtub with the smoothest, shiny surface sets close to one corner of the room. It is filled with warm water that is turning a greenish colour from the herbs immersed in it. Their scents are inviting, almost irresistibly alluring. Yet I am inwardly opposed to the idea of taking the bath. No that I would express it verbally.