Novel & Cerita Cupid's Arrow

Even if Cynthia was killed, there was no way to pinpoint who the killer was. Jack aimed at Cynthia' s back, where her heart was, and shot an arrow with force. Go to hell bitch! However, the hare that Cynthia was staring at suddenly jumped, and Cynthia immediately rode after her, just as Jack' s arrow came towards her and landed on her calf. "Ah! " Cynthia let out a scream as she looked down to see her leg impaled by an arrow. Why were there untreated arrows? Didn' t all tournament arrows have their arrows removed?

COMING SOON‼️‼️‼️ Shot by Cupid’s Arrow: Greek Myths Erotica ‼️‼️‼️ Pls rate and comment thanks 🙏 🙏🙏 Prologue The wedding of Peleus and Thetis was meant to be a celebration blessed by the heavens. Gold goblets overflowed with nectar. Music drifted through the high halls, intoxicating and sweet, while gods laughed beside mortals. The air itself shimmered with a blinding, divine light. Every immortal had been invited to share in the glory.

One after the other, Creed shot arrows like a machine. The arrows never hit the bull's eye, but Creed was having fun. It seemed like he had found himself a new toy. He couldn't stop giggling like a girl after each shot. If somebody saw him right now, they would probably think of him as some kind of lunatic or a creep. Every shot he made pulled him deeper into ecstasy. He was so deeply buried under the pleasure that he completely forgot what time or place it was. Each arrow now felt like an extension of his soul.

My fate has started with an arrow, I guess it would only be fitting to end my fate with an arrow too only if I choose to plunge it in, pierce it on my chest, just like Aeon has suggested it. I am a cupid, surely, nothing bad will happen to me. I felt the tip of the arrow and gasped as the pointed end scraped my finger, drawing out blood. I tightened my grip at the arrow and took a deep breath as I aligned it by my chest before forcing it in with my other hand. I turned my head so I am looking at them only to see Caelum’s stormy eyes staring back at me, confused. He stopped laughing with the girl and it seems that she finally noticed it too.

"Didn't it ever occur to you that fate may have brought the two of us together? Perhaps we met in the pub because—" "Weirdo," I said, cutting to what he was saying. Because of what I uttered, he burst out laughing. I no longer believe in fate, but Cupid may still have a chance since he is the greatest adversary of couples because he will strike two people with his arrow even if the two people do not want it. As a result, he might be labeled as a murderer.

Cupid wanted to prove that she was the best at archery, and not even the twins could match her skills. Cupid obeyed her mother and had two kinds of arrows ready in her quivers -one tipped with gold and tailed with white dove feathers; these were for love. The others, made of lead, with brown owl feathers; these were the arrows of indifference. The young goddess took up her bow then flew away to stalk her game.

The voice from the radio sounded again, and the front class began to make preparations. "It will be over so soon." Cupid pouted in disappointment. He had not had enough fun yet. "It's okay, left... it's very hard for Dad to take you two alone. After that, let him go back and get a good rest." Kacy stroked Cupid's hair, gently reminding him. "Oh." replied Cupid mustily, "I know." Thomas Zuo took Cupid in his arms, smiled gently and said, "Let us go, it's time to get in line."

***TRIGGER WARNING*** This chapter contains a depiction of ‘blood magic’ which could be compared to self-harm or attempted suicide. Bronx’s POV Arrow pulls an arrow from his quiver and blows it after I tell him about Cason having rejected his fated mate. He rolls it with his fingers and it turns into crystal glass. I don’t know how he did it, but it’s the coolest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. “Is he going to shoot Cason with a glass arrow?” Saint watches quizzically.

"Your turn." I considered his perspective, then raised my bow, aligning the arrow with careful precision. "But isn’t there strength in unity? In the bond shared by two souls, could there not be power?" My question hung in the air as I released the arrow, watching it streak toward the target and strike the outer ring.

Aurora exclaimed, emphasizing her words in capital letters in the long sentence in 'The Angels' group. Laughter emojis filled Aurora's phone screen. She felt frustrated for always being the subject of their jokes. Aurora acknowledged that she had never been lucky in love, as if Lady Luck had forgotten that there was a maiden of love waiting for her prince. "Please, Cupid, aim your arrow at Mr. Two-Door Refrigerator so that he falls in love with me," Aurora said in a monologue, closing her eyes and clasping her hands together as if the person she referred to was right in front of her.