Cupid Lovers Novels & Stories

She’d heard tales of masters eventually freeing their whores once they grew tired of them or bore them bastards. An ache formed in the pit of her stomach at the idea of pushing out some evil man’s offspring. Madam hadn’t even bothered sterilizing her as she did many of the girls. Perhaps that was Madams last act of cruelty towards her…allowing her to remain fertile and able to produce children for her new master. Or, maybe, the master would perform the ritual himself.

It took a long time for Romeo and Julius to realise who they were until they saw other gay couples. They started to explore the areas of their lives they had never explore before. As they spent much of the time together they realised that that were more comfortable as lovers than as best friends. At first they were confused as to how they would handle the new developments in their lives. They started to go to parties that were attended by other young couples like them. As time went by they became comfortable with each other as partners. They went public. Within a short space of time they became an item and they had no shame in being seen walking hand in hand in public, something that they we

In turn I would comment on where the outfit went wrong or how perfectly put together it was. I noticed while walking that Carter tend to stare at the men more often than the women. His eyes would linger on a tall guy with nice fitting clothes and a confident smile. It was strange to ask if he was gay or somewhere along those lines when I was newly discovering my own gayness. I'd only respond to the topic when he opened it himself. While stopping on a random side street to eat the ice cream we've bought, Carter asked me, "Are you in love?" The cookies and cream I was eating traveled down faster to my stomach. It left me cold and uncertain. I had to steady myself before answering. "What gave y

Ares explained, making Keyara nod in understanding. As they were engrossed in conversation, the car carrying them finally arrived in front of the house, where a fountain with a statue of Venus holding a porcelain jug stood. Cupids with arrows surrounded Venus, creating a captivating depiction of the story of the goddess and her sons. When Keyara opened the door, Lion, who could already walk albeit unsteadily, tried to free himself from her grasp. Lion seemed captivated by the alluring fountain, which appealed to most young children. They were easily fascinated by the falling water, resembling rain.

Lazarus questioned. “Feel what?” Node was confused. “The misinterpretation of young love,” Lazarus answered. “What?” Node faces slightly blushed yet confused much more. “To me it seems both of them are just close friends nothing more, I'm actually talking from that boy’s point of view.” Lazarus took a glimpse at Sniffia then Peirce. “I don’t still understand… you—" Node's eyes rolled to Sniffia. “Have you tell her how you feel?” Lazarus cuts in.

I want to remember everything. "Your story seemed like a romantic comedy." I laughed and he sighed. Why did he sigh, is that relief? Adam stood up and stretched his body before holding his hand for me to take it. "To be truth, I wish our love story is just a romantic comedy..." His lips curled into a smile that was forced and my heart cracked upon seeing it. I will know the truth.

Piper: You guys do know some of us here are normal workers who make a few hundreds a month? Alec: The thousands rule doesn't apply to you. Piper: Way to rub it in. Zoey: Ten thousand, he is in love with her. Benji: Fifteen thousand he is in love with her. Kevin: Twenty, he is not in love with her. Carson: Yeah, I don't think Brandon is in love with her yet. Fifty he's not in love with her. Piper: Oh my God. Ninety five thousand already? Do you guys have no better use for money?

“Why are you ignoring me?” he questioned as he lifted the bouquet of red roses that he picked up outside. Picked up with his deceased wife's bestfriend. Aeros, the one who carries the bow of love, he's cupid who carries the title of a wingman. He has the ability to capture anyone's heart with his arrows. The Aeros I met was no different from that reckless and free Aeros from greek mythology, he has the same recklessness and freedom like him.

Together, they wove a tapestry of love, each thread intertwined with the others, strengthening their bond with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered promise. Their lovemaking was a symphony of sighs, moans, and the soft rustle of skin against skin. It was a celebration of their love, a defiant stand against the darkness that had threatened to consume Vivi. In this moment, they were invincible, their love a beacon that illuminated the shadows, rendering them powerless.