Cupid Hearts Novels & Stories

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.

“We’re forging. And today we seal it.” I held out my hands. They didn’t hesitate. The moment our palms met, powers sang One by one, they flared white-hot, etching ancient runes into their surfaces,runes none of us had ever seen, but that our bodies recognized like a mother’s lullaby. Anima Gemina. Trinity Unbroken. Heir of Storm, Shadow, and Flame. I gasped as the final thread moved into place like a vow. Written in fire, sealed in shadow, witnessed by storm.

In every combination, like this bar doesn’t just mix drinks in the perfect combination, but they have heart ice cubes, and straws decorated with sickening heart sparkles, too. I see guys in love with girls; girls in love with other girls, guys in love with other guys. I even see the rarest animal of them all: two men in a loving relationship with one girl. A threesome of the heart, it seems. And not just in the sheets. Not just for the kink.

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."

Keegan caught Robert’s eye and flicked his gaze at Ember, hoping he understood. Robert nodded in agreement, “Yes, it’s coming. Hera forced a punishment on them with the support of the other Gods, finally. A curse was placed on them that would follow Aphrodite to her next life and passed down to Cupid’s descendants. Aphrodite would always live until her twenty-first birthday in the background of each time she is born. She would be extremely hard to notice. This was to teach her, hopefully, that what others think of her is not what’s important. That it’s her actions that matter. As for Cupid, his lesson was to learn that children can’t always please their parents and that by trying to please h

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.”

He can make a new path, one that isn't marred by the darkness of his previous life. Elena sits beside him, her presence like a soothing balm, her silent support wrapping around him. Her hand brushes his gently, a simple touch that carries more meaning than words could ever express. It's a reminder that, for the first time in a long time, he isn't alone. They have created something beautiful in the space between them-a bond forged in the storm of his trauma, his confusion, and his gradual realization that sometimes love does not always come with strings attached.

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.