Cupid 2 Novels & Stories

Will you marry me? Aubrey looks at her mother's photo, tears rolling down her cheeks with her lower lip quivering. Her eyes lock with Jordan and moments later a smile spreads across her lips. She pulls Jordan into a passionate kiss and we all cheer their engagement. Shawn puts her arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple as I got emotional about our daughter taking the next step in her relationship with Aubrey.

Countless, non-stop movements, boiling us to the ground as our bodies collided. Sensually, Ally removed my andies, sliding it with a foot as it reached halfway, lifting my shirt to my face, then sucking my perky boobs, playing her tongue to my pert nipple as cupping the other one. Adrenaline spiked as she stopped for a moment, searching for something I gulp the moment her penis strap glimpse into my sight. It was bigger, longer than before.

What was his problem? Loud cheers and claps rang in my ears, almost defeating as tears pricked in my eyes. I held them back, raising my chin in the air. No. I was not going to break down during my mating ceremony. "With this, I declare you both as husband and wife." The reception passed in a floury of commotion after that. I could not count how many people came up to us and were blessed on having pups. One of them even went as far as telling me I was going to have a beautiful set of twins. Each time I heard their words, it felt like the cold and painful steel of a knife pushing further into my chest.

Who ever said second chance mates are cursed didn’t know what they were talking about. The End

In Cupido's castle, Cupido is sadly looking at the book that regulates human love and marriage in the human world. “Are you sad again?” A warm voice spoke. “Is that León de Fuego, the Fire God? Why do you have free time to visit me?” Hearing the voice of León de Fuego, the God of Fire, Cupido immediately greeted him with joy. "I came to see if you've done anything stupid lately?" “Stupid, very stupid!” Cupido's sigh caused the wrath of the Fire God León de Fuego to lessen a bit. “Do you remember a woman named Lucero?” “Lucero? Luna Brillante? You mean these two names, right?” “Luna Brillante? Is Luna Brillante her brother-in-law? Why do I hear these two's names sound like two brothers' names

She forces a smile, hoping he doesn’t notice it. "Promise?" "I promise," he says, kissing her forehead. "Can you show me what he looks like again?" She moves closer to him on the couch. He shows her the picture of the new man he wants her to seduce. Melina smiles as she looks at the handsome man. James is stunning, too, with his blond hair and blue eyes, but this man puts him to shame. The smile on her face drops at the thought of James. She hopes he didn't see her smiling at the man's picture. Her hands unconsciously move to the new scar on her arm, rubbing it as tears fill her eyes.

But now? She was my Second Chance Mate?

Whatever it was, I found myself too aware of how handsome he was. "Diana Wilson," he said, easing into the chair opposite me, "happy birthday." I blinked. "Birthday?" From his leather bag, he pulled out a small cupcake neatly wrapped. He set it on the table between us. I stared at it as though it were a mirage. In here, days blurred into one another. No calendars. No celebrations. Only the sun and moon reminded us whether it was day or night. "What day is it?" I whispered. "April 26th," he said softly, as though he wanted me to believe time still mattered. He pulled out a tiny decorative candle, lit it with a silver lighter, and placed it atop the cupcake. "Make a wish, Diana. Blow it out."

And next to the matte black cuffs made up of a material and thankfully not harsh metal, was a blindfold. Fuck.

Lina The coffee flows into my cup. A brown stream, steaming, spreading its aroma in the sun-drenched kitchen. Through the window, our garden is a picture of peaceful greenery. My tulips, planted in the autumn, raise their bright colours against the wooden fence. Two years.