Novel & Cerita Jessika Curse

If money can buy it, she’ll have it. She doesn’t need to love me to like what I can give her. The curse is in motion. But that isn’t going to stop me from taking what I want. And I still want her, damn it all to hell. Which means I’m going to have to go about this a lot more strategically than I have been. I’ve been no more than a bull in a china shop since I learned the truth, blinded by fury and betrayal. I’ve never lost my cool like that.

"But there's a sweeter part you should know. The symptoms will manifest even before her heat cycle begins. Neither she nor you will anticipate it. She'll be overwhelmed by anxiety and the anticipation of what's to come. And sadly, she won't hesitate to choose any man over you to satisfy her cravings. The mate bond won't stand a chance against the strength of a witch's curse." "Is there any way to break it?" Ryle interjected, genuine concern for Chelsea evident in his question. Julia laughed, a cruel edge to the sound, and slowly moved closer to me. She sat on my lap, her arms wrapping around my neck as if she were marking her territory. "No, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with mali

She probably doesn’t even feel the same draw of emotions that the bond was creating between us because she’s already damaged inside. “Listen to what?” I said venomously. I’m starting to actually believe that they seriously did something to my brother to get him acting this way about her. Did they curse him or something? I wouldn’t put it past them. How the hell am I going to break this curse? “She’s the one who sent you the location Adrian! She helped me in exchange for sparing her life. I gave her my word and I won’t let anyone break it for me, not even you brother. You of all people should know a thing or two about an alpha’s word” he said intensely.

"Forget what I said." "Easier said than done," she wanted to say. Jessi sat back instead and tried to finish her breakfast in silence. The insulting feeling of being wrongly accused of cheating and being someone's mistress wasn't that easy to shake off. For one, she hated drama, which was why she didn't like having many friends. She never liked going out to meet new people to date or socialize. Especially now with everything that's been going on all over the world. "How's that douchebag ex-boss of yours? Still botherin' you?" Jenson regarded her with an inquisitive stare while he held a half-empty glass. "He stalkin' you online or somethin'?"

Now I just had to figure out how to pull it off without pissing off Jackson in the process. Footsteps creaked down the stairs. “You’re fidgeting,” Jessa said, appearing at the bottom step in leggings and a loose sweatshirt. Her damp hair was pulled back, and she looked ten times better than yesterday — not fixed, not fine, but like she’d finally taken a deep breath. “Not fidgeting,” I said, straightening. “Thinking.” “That sounds dangerous.” “Usually is.” Jessa grabbed her sneakers from beside the couch, sitting down to tie them. “What are we doing today anyway? You texted me like it was an emergency.”

She looked down at her stomach again. Then at Ethan. He saw the silent accusation in her stare. She whispered, “I hope the curse takes everything from you.” Before Ethan could react, The door slammed open. Jessica stepped inside. Her heels clicked sharply across the floor, her dress immaculate, her expression bright, as if she had been waiting for this moment. She looked around the ruined ritual chamber and let out a low, satisfied breath. “Well,” she said with a sweet smile, “it finally happened.” Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Jessica. Not now.”

Jessa laughed, “Leave? You should be on your knees begging for forgiveness! Do you even know what you’ve caused? Peyton is dead, Chloe. My daughter, my only child, is dead because of you!” “I didn’t kill Peyton,” I said quietly. “It wasn’t me. I swear it.” I stepped back as she moved towards me. Jessa’s eyes filled with tears, “Liar! You bring death wherever you go. Your mother, your father, and now my Peyton! You’re cursed, Chloe. A monster!" She yelled as she brought out a knife all of a sudden. My chest tightened as my eyes landed on the glistening silver. "Jessa, please—" My voice cracked as I moved back, my legs almost giving out.

She lurched back from her desk with a strangled noise that wasn’t quite a scream, the liquid clinging and burning in patches. “Oh my god-” Vanessa’s voice broke like she’d just witnessed a murder. Her eyes went wide, her hands fluttering like she didn’t know where to put them. “I didn’t-Emma, I swear-” Her voice caught, rendering her unable to make a full sentence, a perfect note of distressed guilt. Ross was hurriedly on his feet. “Fuck! Emma, stand up-” He rounded the desk in two strides, grabbing her arm gently but firmly, pulling her up. “We have to get that off you now before-”

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

She turns and faces the desk, her shoulders rising and falling as she takes deep breaths. I step away too and run my hand through my already disheveled hair. Damn it! How did things end up so badly? How could one simple trip that was meant to get us an ally turn into such a major cluster fuck? My mind was a fucking mess, and I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. It didn’t help that Knox was unnaturally quiet. “What do you think?” I asked him. He looks just as lost as I felt. “I don’t fucking like this, but we need her, remember? She’s the only one that can break the fucking curse.”