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To Be Your Curse

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Parts 34
Time 4h 56m

breakup curse denial desperate family fantasy fantasy-romance friendship friendstolovers heartbreak lies love modern secrets slowburn tragedy weak

"Your trauma isn't something to be ashamed of." Cassiel watched Aaliyah speak, the innocence in her eyes piercing through the shadows of his dark soul.

'𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮,'
 he thought but never said. He feared his curse and its impact on those he cared for, yet he couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

"Even if you're right... there's nothing I can teach you," he replied, avoiding her gaze as an unfamiliar warmth washed over him. "I've forgotten how to live." His voice turned distant again.

But then, he felt her small hands gently grasp his chin, guiding his gaze back to hers. "Then we can learn together, silly," she said with a soft laugh, her words wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. In that moment, Cassiel felt himself slipping deeper into the very trap his curse had laid.

With love came fear-fear for himself, fear for her.

'𝐀𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐡, 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.'

~ To  Be Your Curse
A Romantic TragedyAll Rights Reserved

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Technicolor Beat by Scribe18

"It's like . . . you know how at the end of summer camp or college everyone packs all their stuff up and drives off before you so they can go home and reunite with family, and the whole camp is empty and you're standing in the middle of your vacant dorm because your ride isn't here yet?" ". . . Yeah?" "It's like that. Immortality is being left behind at camp alone, and you don't know why." She couldn't remember her name. Didn't really matter, plenty of substitutes available. They almost numbered the amount of years she'd been in this world. Luckily for her, there was one reason she was still here, and as soon as she figured out what the hell it was she could fix it and move on. He remembered her. And what she looked like, how she took her coffee, everything. He couldn't get her out of his head. She was his muse, a glimpse into the impossible where he may finally have something to write about. But what happens when inspiration turns into love, especially with someone who is unable to reciprocate it? Does tragedy or intimacy await them? What is destiny, really?

Terrifyingly True by BeautyInDisaster19

"When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew." he whispered softly. I bit back a smile and huffed. "Well technically I didn't know. I just smiled to be nice." He rolled his eyes and smirked. "Always have to ruin my moments, don't you Little Nali'?" It was my turn to roll my eyes, "Stop calling me little, you're only a year older." I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to straighten up a bit. He chuckled, putting his finger to my forehead and pushing me down. "Calm down tiger, " he put his hand on my waist and pulled me towards him, "you'll always be my little Nali', forever and always." I looked up into his eyes, my arms still across my chest, i finally let my guard down. I lifted my right hand, making a fist and sticking out my pinky finger. "Pinky Promise?" I whispered. He lifted his hand and did the same, wrapping his pinky with mine. "I pinky promise Analilia." I shivered, not to sound like a pervert, but I love when he says my name. I smiled, because it was terrifyingly true. I had fallen in love, and he smiled, because he knew.

Into the Velvet by help-me-think-of-one

*EDITORS' CHOICE 2021*After falling for her senior year teacher, Louise learns a harsh lesson on what adulthood isn't. Louise has some trauma to unpack. Heartbreak's a bitch, and her first relationship had been anything but normal. Thinking herself mature for her age, her affair with Mr. Cain started swooningly well. Except things ended quite abruptly. It's a lot for a seventeen year old to handle. But who's really at fault for what happened? Who even is Mr. Cain, and what is he hiding? From the wreckage of her naivety and self-esteem, can Louise save her friendships and rebuild herself? Our love songs aren't telling the whole truth. How can this be? In this tale of vulnerability, adolescence and painful reckoning, the arrogance of youth demands a price. * "'You're what, Louise?' he asked. 'You're sorry? What am I supposed to do here? How can I turn this around? How can I tell you that everything you want and feel is reciprocated, when I have to go back to work and pretend none of it happened?' 'I don't know the answer!' I cried. 'Neither of us do.' I threw my hands up in defeat. He caught them before they could fall. 'But how do I go back to living without your words?' His voice became a whisper. He squeezed my fingers tightly, closing his eyes and bringing them to his chest. 'I need how you make me feel, Luiza. I need it to feel alive. I won't stay away. No one's made me feel this good before. And I can't stand myself for wanting what I want. What do I do?' I was a violin bow on the verge of splintering. Every inch of me pulsed with an ache that began from the marrow of my bones. Fate had brought us here. At this crossroads of ours, there were a hundred different choices to make. A thousand different lifetimes to choose from, stemming from and decided entirely by my next choice. And in the end, I chose incorrectly. I held his face between my hands, feeling the echoing pulse of his skin. I brought his face to mine. I kissed him."

Illusion Or Curse (COMPLETED) by Bano_Kanwal

* "But.....but you said that I'm your best buddy..!" And after listening these words calmly, she freed her hand slowly from his grip. On her action, he saw in her eyes blankly. "Please don't do this to me... Please I beg you!" He was begging, crying but was unable to convince her to come back, to forgive him and his mistakes. "I will surely think about it all but I can't promise...!" She just said it with a smile and left. "I LOVE YOU......" He cried aloud but no one was there who listen to his words or come to lessen his pain....* This is a true story of friendship and love.... Curses of fate and illusions of love❤ I hope you will like it 😉😃

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 by fallenangel_heaven

"She craved love, but life only gave her heartbreak." Sophia Kane's childhood wounds taught her that love was never meant for her-until Aaron Norton stormed into her life. He was her best friend, her safe haven, the one who made her believe in love again. But fate had other plans. Misunderstandings tore them apart, and years later, when they crossed paths once more, they realized that time had never truly erased what lay between them. "Love is a war... sometimes the heart wins, sometimes destiny takes it all away. But those who truly love, even in defeat, find a victory like no other." Sophia's past threatens to consume her, will she let Aaron in-or will she push him away once more, risking the one person who refuses to give up on her? Will their hearts find their way back, or is this love destined to destroy them both?

Let Me Explain by yourdaddydearest

"You're quiet." Easton took notice of my usual demeanor, recognizing that being quiet or detached wasn't something that I normally was. "Because I'm in a car with a stranger." He glanced over, left hand still resting on the steering wheel as his brown eyes met mine for a short second. "Do you kiss strangers?" "You kissed me." "You kissed me back." "I didn't want to be rude." I lied, knowing I liked it. I also knew that my response would irritate him, so I kept my eyes on him. The passing streetlights illuminated his features, allowing me to analyze and read every reaction that would become visible. A smile touched his lips as his tongue pressed the side of his mouth. He turned to meet my eye when we stopped at a red light. "That's why you moaned in my mouth, right?" I paused, being caught off guard as words weren't able to form in my mouth. Instantly, I broke eye contact with him as I switched my gaze to the windshield, staring straight. "What?" A teasing smile still playing across his lips. "Is this situation suddenly not funny anymore?" **********

his Grace by ounouta

He learns to love when fighting his demons. Where his demons becomes hers but she has to be an angel to save him from it. PLEA,,,,'' he stilled and turned around only to find her staring at him with a lost look. She looked away when he raised a brow at her then lowered her sight. He noticed the way her hand held tightly onto her dress as if it provided her the strength. The strength she needed for what she was about to say. She took a deep breath and in a defeated tone she let the word out''STAY.......'' ''NO'' was all he said as he waited for her reaction. She was taken aback with his reply. She looked up at him with her teary eye but she never let it roll down. "But you have to think about them too. How can you be so heartless? I never ever asked anything from you beside you never wanted this so called MARRIAGE.'' He strode towards her took one of her hand in his and bringing his other hand he put the ring in her palm saying "I have a very important meeting so I won't be staying as of now. But by the time I return home if this ring is on your finger and a smiling wife of mine is waiting for me with dinner on the table. Maybe! I might reconsider her wishes. Hmmmmm??? '' with a grin on his face he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Bye Elena'' saying that he left the room. Elena looked down at the ring she removed some few minutes ago to return it to Ethan. Only to have him return it back to her. "Ohhhhhh GOD please help me'' she prayed a silent prayer. Minimum 3chapters will be updated every week. 😉

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 by authorlavz_

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Blame The Weeds (gxg) by immoralLaurel

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𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙸𝚜 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 by Jaytheerulaa

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