Cursed Marissa Meyer の小説・ストーリー

Short, maybe two seconds, the kind of pause that isn't hesitation but is someone deciding how much of a thing to give you when giving you all of it will slow down the conversation and slowing down the conversation is the problem. "Three days ago I found something in the files from the lodge," she said. "A name that kept showing up in the margin notes of Matthias's coordination documents. I thought it was administrative, a relay contact, someone passing messages rather than someone directing anything." Another pause. "I was wrong about that and I figured out how wrong about forty minutes ago and I am currently correcting the mistake." "Where is Mira," I said, because that was the center of ev

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

"If that's what you would call it, then yes I know everything" "Hilarious, so you knew I would be here, and probably also know why I'm here?" "Are you doubting me now Sarafina? You shouldn't I took care of Naja till she went back to Zedora" I gasped. "You knew my mother?" Of course the question is useless because if she really knew everything she would know my mother, especially because she was a winter blood. "Greatest witch winter ever had, Zedora destroyed her" Marielle replied shaking her head sadly.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

She needed to be healthy to take all this stress, she wanted to ask her about half moon pack but decided against it. On the other side, Marcus went for a meet up with other senior wolf council, to get rid from all his doubts. Nothing was too clear, but one thing they all said was .'Eliss was the one who is deeply and magically entangled with him for this life. No one knew what type of curse it was exactly only except one the old lady .Who wouldn't come out until she felt to come .Making Marcus frustrated by the sudden twist. But one thing was crystal clear Eliss is his only mate, his only chance to get rid of curse.Could he let go of it? No, never.

“I wish you luck.” “I'm interrupting your friendship bonding, but can we get on with what we discussed on the phone?” Marissa's sarcastic voice startled them, arms akimbo. They didn't realize when the door swung open. As she approached the desk which stood in the middle of the library she pulled out two guns and dropped them it. Aiden eyed them and she noticed. “For safety, sometimes, the huntress becomes the hunted.” Marissa smirked, glancing at Aiden. Bradville

" She has a pleasing face, she believes that few men are able to resist, she has the confidence! Except Alex Brown, whom she could not get so far. Adams Harrah's mouth curled up in a sneer, "Do you pose like that in Alex Brown' bed?" "Marissa Miller smiled and said: "No, you may not believe it, I have never had sex with him, he may not be OK! " Marisa Miller's heart was full of resentment, she was furious that Alex Brown wouldn't touch her, and now she thought it was because of that Emma Rosy! She didn't want to admit her incompetence in front of Adams Harrah, so she put the blame on Alex Brown. Adams Harrah's lips curled in disdain,

“Why are you denying me, Marissa? And what happened to you? What is this? You coming here and…” “Do you think you are good enough to kill my shine?” I asked, my tone cold and tight. “What?” He blinked. “Ten years ago, the Marissa you knew died, Tristan. So let me warn you. I will make this short and quick. I am no longer on your level. Do not ever imagine that I would acknowledge a riff raff like you again. And stay out of my sight if you do not have a death wish, because I could do far worse things to you than you can ever imagine, Tristan Vance.”

I replied. I saw her flinch, her eyes turned red with anger. “So.....what happened then? Did I rape you?” She asked. I paused, not knowing how to reply. “Let's just say it was Ill-fate, one I curse so much and will never repeat itself.” Marrissa stood still.I could see that my words cut her like a knife, but she didn't break down. “Well, the feeling is mutual, Morgan. I curse the day I had an encounter with you, but trust me, nothing in the universe will bring us together again,” she said firmly.