Desired Curse
{Warning; Mature Content!} "Do you even know what it's like to desire someone?" "Maybe, I desired you." "I'm a cursed being!!" "A curse can always be broken Shanxia but until then, you're my desired curse" Shanxia happens to wake up from a deep coma with no recollection of her past, who she was, what she was and how she ended up in a coma. She's kept under the care of a very powerful immortal in Mount Xuandu who will guide and teach her the right ways of gaining full power. Things start to heat up when Shanxia begins to develop feelings for her master unaware of the fact his feelings for her boiled like wildfire. There is one thing she finds suspicious, she wasn't allowed to remember her past and everytime she asked her master, he gives her the same strange reply. "If you want to live, then stop trying to recall your past memories" ............. {A little Excerpt} "What are you doing?" I asked wondering if I was being mistaken for someone else but his gaze remained warm and burned onto mine. He traced his beautiful slender fingers along the corner of my lips and I felt them part on their own will, he smirked. "Giving you the distraction you seek." ......... The cover isn't mine so all credits on the cover goes to the rightful owner Please do bear with me if you find some grammatical errors as English is not my first language This story is based mostly on romance and less of mystery. what ever genre you might come across in this story are nothing but plot devices. I hope my story has what you're looking for T∆T Updated daily
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I took hold of it and every other disciple got their own reward.
I stared at the golden Talisman which was given to me, Zhangjie was right beside me and equally gazed at his paintbrush.
Obviously lost on what to actually do with it.
"How do these things work?"
He inquired, I stared at his paintbrush and its structure was starting to look quite familiar.
I think I've come across that artifact somewhere in a book before.
"Give it, I think I might know how it works."
"You do?" He sounded a bit stunned but still gave it to me either way.
I crouched on my knees and began to draw an invisible bird, making sure the paintbrush doesn't touch the floor.
Little white light traced every outline I drew of the bird and when I was done, the little bird immediately came to life as it flew away.
Everyone was staring with their mouths agape and watched it fly off but wasn't expecting the bird to disappear out of sight.