Sky_Li_9922

{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"

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{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."
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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

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Desired Curse

"How did you do that?" I asked, wondering if I actually imagined it all but I wasn't.

"Paintbrush." He asked again and I reached for the paintbrush on the ground as well as the white sheet. He reached for Birdie by the window, placed the sheet close to it and started painting.

I inched closer to him so I could get a better view of what he was drawing, he was actually painting a picture of Birdie and my eyes widened at how beautiful his work was starting to look.

I refused to let myself show how impressed I was and glared at him instead.

"No." He casually replied and it made my earlier words sound like I was trying to put up or fight but I wasn't.

"How are you able to move quite freely though, doesn't your injury hurt?"

"It does but I'm used to feeling such pains."

"That means it's not the first time you've nearly lost your life?"

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