Cupid At Psyche Story Novels & Stories

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.

“I’m not a bunny.” West’s voice came, low and calm. “Eat. Recover. Then talk.” I rolled my eyes. “You sound like my husband.” “That’s not a compliment,” Marcus said dryly. I gave him a small smirk. “I wasn’t offering one.” They shared a look I didn’t like; some silent exchange between men who thought they understood things better than me. “You said I’d heal,” I said finally. “You said you could fix the wolves inside me.” Marcus nodded slowly. “We’re trying. But the poison in your blood is old. It’s bound to your core. It’s like your wolves are asleep, and something keeps them from waking.”

He said he’d be my Alpha, and I’d be his one and only Luna. At eighteen, beneath a full moon, we had our first kiss, tasting the sweetness of young love. He had sworn to the Moon Goddess he would give me the grandest mating ceremony the pack had ever seen, so all wolves would witness our bond. When had it all started to change? Was it the moment Seraphina returned? Or was it long before that, in all those tiny moments I had ignored? I couldn’t remember. Aiden’s name had been woven through every part of my youth. No matter how many times I told myself to be calm and let go, doing so felt like tearing the wolf from my flesh and soul.

“What is Cupid's arrow? “ I asked him, stretching myself out. I’d still felt like a Mack truck hit me, my lycan was healing my sore body, but I’d not fully recovered yet. The doctor handed me a bottle of water as he began to speak. I opened the bottle and took a drink. The cool liquid slid down my throat as I took another drink. “Cupid's arrow is an aphrodisiac. It comes in a form of dust that is sprinkled into either a drink or food. It is only used by mates who are trying to conceive." He said, his gray eyebrow forking at me. I spit my water out, covering the doctor in the water I was choking on. Coughing I sat straight up tapping my chest to help clear it. I cleared my throat, “Im sorry w

As she took a step forward, ready to fight, inducers were fired into her body to make her sleep. She turned her eyes toward her gang, trying to fight the sleep. Anger rose as she was about to lose control. Then another inducer pierced her body. She fell. Before she hit the ground, they pushed a floater toward her. Silence followed as her eyes closed, breaths controlled, bodies shaking with fear. Someone whispered, “She’s a psychopath. Don’t you know her nickname?” Another followed, “She’s called The Psycho Queen.” “Damn! Who’s gonna carry her now? Absolutely not me,” a bald man said. “That girl terrifies me. I can’t get over when she flipped me over. Even unconscious, she’s scary.”

Time froze in that chaotic moment... Eileen was utterly shocked, her eyes widening in a bewilderment she could not comprehend. Her mind, thoroughly clouded by the raging fever, was incapable of thinking, and her frail limbs betrayed her, leaving her unable to form any reaction or movement. She did not know whether to push him away or surrender to the power of his arms, which enveloped her like a lavish prison. Adrian was deepening the kiss with desperate intensity, pouring into it all the fires of longing and jealousy that had ignited in his chest upon seeing her below in the company of another man.

And see his face when I said "your father." He believed me. That's the problem. He believed me. And now I have to go to his house. Sit in his space. Breathe his air. Pretend I don't still love him. Pretend I don't dream about him. Pretend I don't remember exactly what he feels like inside me. My phone buzzes one more time. A text from an unknown number. "You want the real story, Thompson? Come alone. Wear something that makes him remember. And don't tell Vanessa I texted you. – M"