Books About Cupid Novels & Stories

I ducked instinctively, hands clutching my head, and a raw, piercing scream tore from my throat—half terror, half outrage. My heart slammed against my ribs as my mind caught up. Whoever had meant that click… had meant it for me. “He is my new bride.” I heard Caspian’s voice. “Lower your gun. And no one touches what belongs to me.” New bride, my ass. I wanted to hurl those words at him, but my fear pinned my tongue. Say the wrong thing, and I was dead. Silence. Then the sound of a weapon being slowly pulled back. He walked over to me, stretching out his hand. “Baby,” he called softly. “Here.”

She looked past Michael, glaring at me, as if perplexed why I did not stop Michael from drinking the wine. I merely sat in the corner quietly, even smiling innocently at her. Jade's gaze darkened. "Jade, why aren't you drinking?" Michael, unaware of everything, excitedly poured himself another glass. "This wine is amazing. Have some!" Jade could barely hide her contempt in her gaze anymore. She avoided Michael's offer and said stiffly, "Don't drink so much." Michael instantly mistook it as if the woman he adored was caring for him. He was instantly delighted.

Before I could say anything, before I could let out something more intelligible than the series of moans escaping my lips, she closed the door. She was gone. __________ Part Two For the most part, the phrase 'shot by Cupid's arrow' carried positive connotations. It was used to describe someone who'd fallen in love. But there was a reason why Cupid was seen as a trickster among the pantheon of Roman gods... In his quiver, he didn't just carry golden arrows that caused love but also leaden ones that 'drove desire away.' Which was why I'd always found it strange that the cherubic winged-god was seen as a universal symbol for Valentine's day.

It was very lifelike, and when the reporters saw it, they began to take pictures excitedly. “Every person wants to be their partner one and only,” the Auction Master continued. “But how many relationships actually last? Typically, love fades, but that needn’t be so. Ancient Egyptians created Cupid’s Arrow for use by Pharaoh on his beloved concubines. The interesting thing about Cupid’s Arrow is that it has a built-in fail-safe. If, after taking it, you betray the person that you have committed yourself to, your heart will seize, and you will die.”

Titus asked. Cyrus placed his hand under his chin and started pacing back and forth. “Well we can’t really mess with Cupid. Who knows what that man could do? What we can do is mess with his secretary.” A chill went down my spine. “I met his secretary once, and she looked to be very vulnerable. I think it would be very easy to mess with her.” “Well, I want the fastest way to cut her off his life. She doesn’t deserve Cupid. Moreover, Cupid shouldn’t be able to love anyone. It’s his punishment, and he must carry his punishment until the end of his life.”

She can only differentiate them through their sizes and colors so she has to diligently flip through each book’s first few pages to find out what the content of the story were even about. Proserpina goes through each book on the shelf slowly and mechanically, flips through the pages to try and find… at least something that will catch her interest–there was a story about the origin of soul mates, the concept of rebirth, the rise and fall of Elder Gods, Trojan War–only to no avail. It seems that most of the books Athena has been more on about history, serious matters than what is to be considered anything appropriate for a light reading.

Cupid smirked "I dont use the bow and arrow any more, come on man, that is sooooo fifteen hundreds. Now I use the chat services! and I cant just walk around with my wings out now can I? come on that would raise way too many questions. Anything else?" Ricky laughed "Right right, no wings, no bow and arrow. I bet you cant make me fall in love either!" mocking cupid. Cupid smirked "No I cant actually. I can not force anyone to fall in love, that was all some big cockamamey idea by some old fart a few hundred years ago. I can see you are still a little skeptical. Let me explain to you what I actually do" Cupid then floated off the ground, took a lounging posture in the air and kicked his feet ba

🦋 CORVIN 🦋 Being unable to stop myself is inevitable. A vampire acting on impulse doesn’t seem believable, yet here I am, the Corvin of Lucifer heirs, lurking around a lady’s bedroom window. I’ve been watching her sleep from the screen, but the more you have access to watch her, the more you crave to do more than watch her from the screen. That must have been the case with that stupid neighbor; he got desperate, wanted more, and wanted to get it by force, that idiot.

“Why are you ignoring me?” he questioned as he lifted the bouquet of red roses that he picked up outside. Picked up with his deceased wife's bestfriend. Aeros, the one who carries the bow of love, he's cupid who carries the title of a wingman. He has the ability to capture anyone's heart with his arrows. The Aeros I met was no different from that reckless and free Aeros from greek mythology, he has the same recklessness and freedom like him.

Does he recently find himself having too much Bubble Fruit in his inventory that he decided to throw it away? "Don't you find it weird? He has been tossing a lot of fruits already but why is it that there are no fruits on the surroundings as if it vanishes as soon as he tosses it away?" These were the kind of hush conversations that the students were having until one of the keen observers finally noticed the peculiarity of the situation and raised his observation within the class. Cupid's Ponies are a rare type of magical beast that somehow resembles a horse. But what set it apart from a typical horse is its colorful pair of wings and a single transparent horn with a pointy end protruding on