Novel & Cerita Cupid Hearts

He put the envelope on the bed then sat beside me. “I have seen him do stuff, El. Stuff that… that normal people do not usually do. Or do not do, like, at all.” With shaking hands, I opened the cursed envelope and was greeted with even more cursed photos. There, in colored print, very clear and recognizable, was Hugo; doing things that only us do. Us, vampires. I felt like crying. “How did you managed to get these?” I asked, ever so silently, my voice shaking.

As we stepped out of the chapel and into the sunlight, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Edmond, my husband. The word held a new weight, a new beauty. "I love you," I told him. "I love you more," He answered. More like promised. "Ehm... Ehm..." A familiar voice interjected, her voice rasping with urgency, drawing our focus toward her. "I hate to break up the cringe lovefest, but I am on official business," Cupid declared, her tone a mix of dry humor and matter-of-factness as she approached us. "Congratulations, by the way. Your union is another win for Snuggle, and we hope we did the best we could."

Felix Sterling had a thing for women who reminded him of his first love. I happened to look about eighty percent like the woman he had lost. Because of that, he spoiled me rotten and turned me into a spoiled, arrogant woman who got whatever she wanted. Whenever some foolish woman dared to provoke me, I would track down her home, even at three in the morning, and slap her dozens of times. Felix never said a harsh word to me. He simply cleaned up the messes I left behind. That was until a woman who looked even more like his first love appeared. Her name was Vivian Hart. The moment she saw me, she dropped to her knees. With tears in her eyes, she pleaded, “I heard you’re really good at

I gathered all the pieces of our photo and as I joined the whole photo I caressed it with my hand. We were so happy. The tears rolled down my cheek thinking about how everything changed between us. I will fix it. Adhesive tape. I need tape. It's in the drawer. I ran towards the drawer but in the process few glasses pierced my foot. I removed the glass and went to the drawer and took out the tape. Tomorrow I will look at my foot. Now joining his love is important. "and you threw my love, feelings, emotions and trampled on it because you never wanted it and it's lying on the ground just like our photo."

Maybe I will never love him, but at least I will try, and I make sure he is safe and happy. When Leah asked me about a name, I have no problems coming up with one at once. Carson, after my mother. She was once the only thing I had, and now Carson will be the only thing I have because my mate... sharp pain in my chest makes me almost howl. My mate will reject me the moment he will have another occasion.

His mouth tightened at fidelity. “And in sickness and in health,” he finished, exhaling sharply, “for as long as we both shall live.” Silence followed. Then it was my turn. I faced him fully. “I promise loyalty. Partnership. Integrity.” I didn’t promise love. He didn’t react. The rings were exchanged. The metal felt heavy. Permanent. “And now,” the priest said, smiling, “you may kiss the bride.” Damian froze. I felt his hesitation like a held breath.

Sheila asked angrily. "Calm down, baby. I'm not here to see you. I'm here with my future husband," Ciara said with a grin which shocked and confused Sheila. "And who's your future husband? Ciara, must you play jokes even on our wedding anniversary?" Sheila said, her voice already laced with anger. "Enough, She came here with me, so you back off," Richard intervened, growing tired of the bickering between Sheila and Ciara. "Oh, do you hear that, you loser and pest of a woman?" Ciara said throwing her tongue out in disgust.

"I am sorry you all had to see me like this." "What was that thing you did bowing to the ground?" One of the new men asked. "Old ritual that most don't do anymore. We do it before eating any hearts of any kind, including candy ones." We held hearts sacred, both ones we eat and the ones we don't. I only ever lost one heart that I held sacred. My mates heart. It was either his heart or the hearts of the innocents he was going to kill. So, I killed him, but these tigers didn't need to know it yet.

I had already accepted that I might die, but no one could face death without fear. Outside, a group of zombies quickly approached him. "Your Majesty, are you truly going to marry that delicious human inside?" "She's nothing more than a tool. We're not human—why should I keep a promise to her? With Victor Lorant a teammate down, he's no match for me. Ready the troops. In three days, we'll crush the human camp." He gave the order and strode away to prepare.