Novel & Cerita Anime Cupid

Now I was in a pretty dark place, behind the stage "Now smile and walk gracefully to the middle of the stage!" I wasn't smiling and I wasn't walking gracefully. I dragged myself to the middle of the stage and saw a bunch of men with tux screaming and whistling. "This is one of the best girl we got today gentlemen!" Said the men. "Her name is Bambi Sivan. She is only 17 years old and... the best thing about her is that she is still a virgin!!! She is the first virgin that we got here in the past 5 months." That guy yelled and people started screaming their prices.

Ren inquired. “No,” Cupid quickly interrupted him. “It’s not what you guys are thinking. My situation is much more complicated than the usual werewolf. Let’s just say that I don’t have a mate. I haven’t been designated one in this life. I fell in love with Gillian on my own accord, and my father-figure didn’t like that.” “Why?” Gillian’s father frowned. “Why does he disapprove of your relationship?” Cupid sighed. “He wants me to marry another person—a person that I don’t love. And he’ll go to the most extreme measures to do just that. I honestly don’t know the reason though.”

he grinned evilly and I shook my head. "I will rain hell upon you if you harm one hair on his head," I growled angrily, my reaper swirling within me. I was clenching my scythe within my hands and glaring daggers at the prince. He looked amused and snapped his fingers. I blinked my eyes and the two of us were sitting at a table covered with fruits and pastries. The room was white with gold accents. I looked up at Luric in shock. He grinned and sat back in his chair with another cup within his large hand.

James began, his brow furrowed in thought, "you mentioned this 'Kill Shot' guy – the infamous assassin. What's his story?" Sterling's lips curled into a wry smile. "Ah, yes, the story of Ferdinand Giucerro, or as he's known in the underworld, 'Kill Shot.' It's a story of bloodlines and vengeance, one that's been simmering for decades." James leaned in, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I'm listening."

The dealer was still holding a gun back at Felton as he tore through the road, already marvelling about his endearing escape when a whooshing sound emanated followed by what appeared to be pink lightning and a woman dressed in pink was suddenly riding shotgun with him. "Ah, shit! Pink Projectile!" he cursed, quickly pointing the gun at her and opening fire. It was Carol. She grabbed at the incoming bullets emptied from the gun like she was picking up groceries until the dealer was then just pulling the trigger and only a clicking sound from an empty gun can out. "I think you're out of ammo," Carol said comically from behind her mask. "I hate that name, by the way. Now...," she added right be

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Indra then gets up and sees the fainted Karz. “Actually, I don’t want to hurt a woman, but I can’t let myself be defeated by a woman.” Indra sighed. “Aw, come on, Indra. We already get one here.” Cupidilon said. “Well, we just can’t let her lie down here, right?” Indra said putting his sleazy look. “Agree!” Cupidilon exclaimed giving him a thumb up and putting his sleazy look. They both then approach that fainted Karz, and I leave what will happen next to your imagination.

Camellia “Need some help?” I look up from my chopping board and see Nero approaching me with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He’s wearing a coy, lopsided smirk and my stupid heart starts beating faster. “You want to help me cook?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and he shrugs. “I don’t mind. Morana and Aeron are keeping Nereo busy and it gives me an excuse to spend more time with you,” he says, leaning against the marble counter and crossing his arms. “So, put me to work, Lupina.”

She fell for him at that scene. “Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine.” John said, rehearsing his lines for the play of Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride. It was a big production and it was projected that many would come to the play, so John rehearsed to the fullest— even practising his singing parts. All the while, Auria was sitting at the front row of the theatre, watching John do his best at rehearsing. In her eyes, John looked so cool doing his best. He always does his best, one of the things that she likes about him.

“There is only one woman who holds my loyalty. One woman who bears the mark of my claim, who is the mother of my heir, and the one I call mine.” I raised my chin. “Sienna De Luca is my mate. And she is your Luna.” A beat of silence, then submission rippled through the courtyard. “Though she has yet to be marked by me, it will be done on her own account, when she finds herself ready to be, when she accepts me to do it… she is your mate, your Luna, my Luna. And it is going to stay this way.” Ethan stood straighter. Carter bowed his head. The warriors followed, one by one, baring their necks. The maids, the guards, even the healers.