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

I sat on the bed in my room while staring at the picture of Birdie which the stranger had drawn. Birdie also stared interestedly as it while I smiled seeing how chirped up Birdie looked.

The painting itself was one to be praised, I wish I could draw as perfectly as this, but sadly I'm not skilled in that aspect, I stared at his name which he had stylishly added while blending it to the painting of Birdie.

He must have learnt it from his sect or could it be a gift? Either of them is just too good.

I sighed, feeling bored already as I stared out through my window and it was just getting to noon. I wasn't feeling sleepy either and folded the painting, keeping it under my pillow while staring at the ceiling above.

Familiar Figure