Strings hum low where time won't stay,
Eyes like dusk, and lips of grey.
Not wind, not prayer, nor blade could pierce-
The mirage called nineteenth-curse.
Sign up to join the largest storytelling community
or
nineteenth-curse
Oct 26, 2025 12:36AM
terms and conditions applied.....https://www.wattpad.com/story/403306486View all Conversations
Stories by 🔱
Terms of Devotion
She knows him better than anyone. Every habit, every preference, every unspoken thought. As his secretary, sh...
The art of not touching | mafia, w...
She was just a mission. Until she made the mafia queen fall.
Leona Valtieri is untouchable-cold, ruthless, an...