Cursed (Cursed Superheroes #1)

“Nothing’s going to happen,” I promise. “I’ve got this under control.”


I just hope I’m right. That I can keep control of my superheroes and their trainers, otherwise the world may be in even more trouble.





A Sneak Peek at Cursed 2!





Cursed 2

Jessica Sorensen

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Chapter One

I’m locked in a cage in a room hidden beneath an old Victorian house, a place I’ve called home for almost the entire eighteen years of my life. But I’m not a prisoner. I choose to stay inside the iron-bar cage, to protect the world from what I could become, at least according to my parents. And it’s something worse than death.

But despite the stories of me turning into an evil creature, I’m just a normal girl who’s been warned never to touch anyone. Because, if I do, nothing will survive. I’m a killer of everything, they say. Which is why I should be dead. If I had my choice, I would be. But after our parents passed away, I promised my older sister I’d stick around so she wouldn’t be left alone in this world.

Sometimes, though, I question my choice. Like today, which has been a maddeningly silent and lonely day.

Peering through the iron bars, I check the time on the wall and then the date on calendar. Where is my sister? She usually visits me by now.

Maybe she’s finally gotten sick of me. I wouldn’t blame her. We can’t do much except talk through the bars. No hanging out, watching movies, and painting our toenails. My sister does tell me stories of what she does with her friends, so I don’t feel completely isolated. At least that’s what I tell her. Really, her stories make me think too much about the experiences I’ll never get to live.

Maybe you should just give up. Perhaps your sister will understand.

“What do you think, Mr. Spider?” I ask the tiny black critter scurrying across the damp cement floor. “Do you think it’s time for me to go and take my venomous existence out of this world?”

The spider ceases the creeping and turns toward me with it’s front legs raised. Hope sparkles inside me. Have I somehow attained the ability to speak to other venomous creatures?

“Do you understand?” I ask, gripping the bars of my cage. “What it feels like to be feared by all? To be unwanted?”

The spider stands in front of my cage for a split second before scurrying up the water stained wall.

“Lovely. Now I’m talking to spiders who clearly don’t want to listen to me.” I release the bars with a sigh, the water from the leaky shower head dripping onto my forehead. My father installed it in the roof above my cage in order for me to have a way to stay clean, along with a toilet for… Well, you know. Other than a bed, some clothes, and personal hygiene items, that’s pretty much it to my lovely iron bar palace.

Wiping the water from my head, I scoot back in my cage until my back brushes against the piles of new pillows my sister recently brought me. Honestly, I don’t get why I need so many—my small cage doesn’t have very much room. But my sister looked so excited when she gave them to me that I didn’t have the heart to tell her no thank you.

“Well, at least their comfortable. Although, awfully frilly.” I sink back against the pillows and watch the clock tick.