Cupid In Charmed Novels & Stories

Adrian exhaled, shut his wolf down, and turned toward the field for practice. Hours later, in the cafeteria, he confronted Darius—who had used his wolf-enhanced speed during a football drill, forbidden and dangerous if humans noticed. Adrian’s grey eyes, sharp and burning with controlled anger, found his cousin immediately. “I’m not going to repeat myself,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Next time, I won’t be this polite.” Darius muttered under his breath, but Adrian didn’t respond. His gaze flicked past him, scanning the room—then locked on her. Blue-green eyes, quiet, almost hidden under her hoodie, yet sharp enough to pull at something deep inside him.

Cyril studied me with keen interest, though a trace of surprise and respect had appeared in his eyes. "But you still haven't told me how you know about those cards?" I smiled, glancing at him. "If I tell you the truth, will you believe me?" "Of course." Cyril arched a brow. I took a deep breath and revealed softly, "I was reborn with all my memories intact. This time, all I wanted was revenge." … Decades later, the legend of the lucky charm had long become a joke. Cyril had one hand around me as he pressed a kiss to my neck.

She thought about the husband who had unhesitatingly taken the fall and was handcuffed for her, the man who had once looked at her like she was his entire world and given her all his devotion and loyalty. If… If only she hadn't done what she did, the woman standing under the sky full of fireworks now, wearing a ten-carat diamond ring, and enjoying the envy of the world and endless devotion would have been her! Two lines of turbid, bloody tears rolled down from her ulcerated eyes. Her heart rate monitor emitted a piercing, long sound as the squiggly line representing life flatlined into a straight line. … Meanwhile, under the dazzling lights, golden confetti and flower petals drifted down fro

Spellbound, the only thing that he wanted in that moment was to let his body speak to her in a language entirely its own. Lightning traveled up his arms from her frozen body and he let go with a gasp. “Charmer!” he hissed, and gripped the hilt of his blade. It was all he could do not to kill her on the spot. Of all the woman in the world Rihlia had to call friend, why one of them, one of the few guaranteed to be trouble to the males of his kind? “What?” She looked confused. Could she be ignorant of her curse? It would not save her. He had sworn not to harm her, but it would not stop the others. They would kill her. A charmer was a temptress, a siren, poison.

“I was starting to think you two died in the woods and left me here in this linoleum tomb.” I laugh, and it feels like something cracking open in my chest. “Close. I nearly stabbed him with a marshmallow skewer.” Damian adds with a straight face, “She wouldn’t share her mug. Called it her ‘mountain goddess cup.’ Said I wasn’t pure enough.” Chris gasps, scandalized. “My God. The betrayal. You found peace and left me here with bad pudding and an old man across the hall who snores like a lawnmower.”

He was my best friend and my first love. The only one who came close to my feelings for Zak was Charlie. Her real name is Charlotte, but she hates that name. She’s been Charlie since she was three. It was a nickname from her grandfather and she wouldn’t respond to any other name. Charlie was like a sister to me until I turned thirteen and noticed how beautiful she was. Her raven black hair flowed in gentle waves down her back and perfectly framed her olive toned skin and gray eyes. Charlie’s petite frame was lithe and curvy, her full breasts and hips giving the perfect amount of femininity to her slim, muscled body. Her full-lips were always in a pout, one that I have fantasized to have

HUNTER It had been a few days since the wedding, and I knew more than ever that my decision had been absolutely correct. Charlene was the perfect Luna, wife, and mate. Not only was her heart beautiful, but so was she. A perfect bonus, because I craved her. One night was not enough for me. That first night, I had made love to her twice before forcing myself to stop, it was her first time and I knew she would be in pain.

For Juliana, however, the cheers were just a backdrop, as her eyes were still fixed on the face of her beloved husband. In this moment, Juliana realized how lucky she was to have found true love in William. Juliana's heart was filled with unshakable gratitude and happiness. They have stepped forward as husband and wife, and Juliana is full of faith that together they will weather all storms and achieve boundless happiness.

Aidan fumed, holding Aric by his neck. "I didn't fucking cheat on my mate Dragon! How many times I have to repeat myself? Charlie fucking enchanted me! How the fuck was I supposed to fight her? I'm a Lycan, not a fucking wizard!!" Aric bellowed, punching Aidan back, making him fall on his ass.

“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.” I frowned. Cyrus sounds so...cold—like a completely different person. Where’s the guy that used to joke around and would always be willing to help us? “What should I do with his secretary, boss?” Titus asked. “Just kill her,” Cyrus mercilessly said. “But wouldn’t that eventually happen once Cupid marks his secretary? Isn’t that the curse? For her to die after Cupid marks her?” Cyrus shook his head. “How many times do I have to explain it to you? The curse doesn’t actually exist, yo