Cupid In Tangled Novels & Stories

Something sharp. Arrow could take my freedom. He could choke me with gifts. He could turn love into a leash. But he couldn’t have this moment. Not here. Not now. --- I almost made it out of the hospital unseen. Almost. "Palmer?" The voice hit me like a jolt of electricity ⚡. I froze before turning, my heart in my throat. Andrew stood a few feet away, his suit jacket slung casually over one arm, tie loosened around his neck. He looked… softer than I remembered. His dark eyes scanned me quickly, taking in the shadows under my eyes, the tension in my shoulders.

Alpha Bambam “Don’t tell me you finally decided to choose a mate,” I snapped at my son, Lucian. He had proved so stubborn over the years, knowing fully well that he couldn’t take over from me unless he found his mate and marked her according to tradition. I was worried at first that he hadn’t found her yet, but then he proved me wrong when he started sleeping with every woman in sight. I associated his silly attitude with the loss of his mum and the ache her absence brought. But when he finally told me he had found his mate, I was thrilled, finally, he was going to get over his reckless lifestyle.

: Charlie's POV Cedar, earthy after rain scent smacked my nostrils, changing the scent of cinnamon that clogged the atmosphere. My grip on the bars weakened instantly. My eyes flew wide open. My heart thumped loud into my ears. Heat crawled on my skin like goosebumps. Him. The scent of the Alpha I gave my first time to in Menils. The one I pulled into the dark and tore his clothes off. My first time at the Moon Awakening, before I could register his face in my head, I had left for Frost.

Cupid leaned into the arms of Thomas Zuo. "Papa... Papa!" Kacy swallowed and watched Cupid lean against Thomas Zuo's arms, embarrassed.

“I thought you were an analyst. I watched you cross the street and wondered if I’d ever see you again.” Isolde smiled into her tea. “I remember the shoes. I hated them.” He walked to her slowly. “You were never invisible.” Her voice lowered. “You were never untouchable.” They stood in the living room now barefoot, quiet, clean light washing over them. He reached toward the ribbon at her throat. Still red. Still knotted. He touched it gently. “Can I?” She nodded. He untied it. The scar was still there beneath her collarbone. A faint crescent. Not from Velvet. From ballet. From trying too hard to be perfect.

He whispered. I traced the chain, my eyes filling with tears as I looked down at it. It had tiny two letter Cs joined with a bit larger heart in between. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.” He stretched his hand and that’s when I noticed a silver bracelet on his wrist with the same cut as my chain. “We have a matching set. Carmelo loves Chiara. So cute, isn’t it?” Chichi loves Melo. I nodded, blinking my tears, “So cheesy.” He chuckled and pulled back. “Are you ready to spend the best day of your life, tesoro?” I hooked my hand on his arm, “With you? Yes.” I replied and together, we walked out of the mansion.

To check whether his soon-to-be bride is as hot as his babies? Ooh, me! I guess he must be feeling insulted by now, because I am nothing like them. I am so different. And for fucks sake, I need some ice! It’s so hot in here that I am melting! I never knew that I would be honored this soon to come face to face with this man, but it seems fate had its way. The wheel on which the universe is speeding right now seems to be on fire. That is why things are happening in a blink. Now that I am looking at him directly, I confirm that he is a real charm. No doubt! That is why my juice is almost making its way down my thighs. A beguiling, dangerous allure.

I applied a swipe of lipstick, then turned to see Kirill, my boyfriend, dressed in his tuxedo, looking as handsome as ever. As he approached me, circling one arm around my waist, I couldn't help but smile up at him. Adjusting his tie, I felt his hand cup my cheek, his thumb caressing it gently. Leaning in, he cupped my jaw, and our lips met in a tender kiss. Despite the months that had passed since I was shot, I could still see the fear in Kirill's eyes, the fear of losing me.

She couldn’t afford to forget that. But as she walked along the familiar path to the small café by the other end of the building, her heart skipped a beat when she spotted him. Andre Winters. Of course. He stood by a casing of rare roses, casually sipping a drink, his dark eyes scanning the horizon. The world seemed to stop for a moment. Of all the places, of all the times, how was it that they ended up here at the same time? Was it fate? Or just another twisted coincidence?