Cupid's Personality Novels & Stories

I go, smiling like a thief who’s found a treasure and is planning the next heist. Somewhere to the left of us, a new warrior squares her shoulders and refuses to be small. Cupid with claws, I think, smug and sincere. What a naughty, lovely job. Time to sharpen the arrows.

“A man who isn’t intimidated by my success. He has to respect me, defend me and protect me at all times. I value communication and it’s important that my man is someone who knows what he wants.” “What do you like most about your job?” I had a feeling I knew the answer but I still asked anyway. Switching gears was healthy when trying to understand someone’s personality. Suzan’s eyes lit up. “I like that I get to be creative with ideas and opinions and on a daily basis, I get to make a difference in the consumer market.” “Do you have female friends?” “Yes. Charlie and Nikki. We have been friends since college.” “How is your relationship with your parents?”

"I'm an angel, I can't lie! You sucker!" "I thought the angel was a creature full of gentleness and great manners, but why are you so rude and annoying?" "You fantasize too much! Just like you, we also have different personalities!" "Is that true?" Damn it! "Let's stop this pointless talk. Now tell me about yourself so I can find the right match for you!" "Why would I do that? From the books I've read, Cupid just has to shoot his love arrow and then we'll fall in love, right?"

"N-not either." “Oh. I forgot those guys is don't know how to court. They are all certified playboys in town. But when the Cupid arrow hits them, well, they become possessive of the only woman they will love. But I can assure you, Cha, Brad is nice when you get to know him better—" "And of us all, he's the most serious person." Amanda and I turned who said that to interrupt our conversation. It was Albert. He sat down next to Amanda.

Cupid asked her mother innocently. "Because if you scratch her with the arrow while she sleeps, she will form a passion for the first one she sees when she awakes. And I will take care to supply her with someone very special. The lowest possible specimen of humanity, for one who has lost status, a man so disreputable that nowhere in the world can he find an equal in wretchedness." Cupid frowned. She was always delighted to perform her task, but she had never been asked to do such a vile deed.

Now that we’ve gotten past my absence for the past few years, they’ve finally noticed Cupid, who was sitting next to me. “And who might this be?” my mother asked with a wide smile on my face, looking very pleased. I slightly shook my head. My mother had always been fond of good-looking people. And since Cupid is the epitome of handsomeness, she must be feeling pretty elated at the moment. Cupid cleared his throat and straightened his back. “Good evening, ma’am, sir. I am Cupid, Gillian’s boyfriend,” he boldly introduced himself. I turned to him, surprised. He seemed to be so nervous just a while ago, but now he’s so confident. He didn’t even stall and just went straight to introducing himsel

He just shoves the clipboard Cupid's way and folds his arms across his chest, which makes his mouth-watering biceps bulge even more than they already were in that casual blue tee. "Alright." Cupid huffs, his eyes scanning the questionnaire, "All work and no play with you. How do you handle it girl?" I also choose to ignore Cupid. Miles's mood shifted from joyful and carefree to upset and almost angry. It didn't seem like now was the time for joking, but either Cupid was either terrible about reading the room, or he just didn't care. "Oh, Girl!" Cupid exclaims dramatically. "I LOVE LOVE LOVE your choices. This is going to be so fun!"

For some reason, I felt a little pain, thinking that he was the modern cupid, and I am his Psyche. I laughed without a sound, reminding myself how far I am from the real Psyche. Cupid was filled with love and kindness while my husband wasn't kind at all, and he has a grudge in his heart, making him hate me so much. I hated him too, but tonight was the end of my antipathy towards him. It sounds crazy, and yeah, I ate all the words I've said. But how am I supposed to never give attention to the man who claimed my womanhood?

Cupid crosses his arms over his chest. "Hunter?" I look down, seeing the small person known as Charlie. "I know you're big and scary. But-but," He stutters, he's very young, he's only around 3 to 4 years old. He can barely string sentences together. "Could you maybe let Levi talk?" He looks up at me with his big, sparkling, innocent blue eyes. He barely knew how the system works. It is impossible to say no to him.

I wondered out loud, still holding his gaze. "I am a forgotten. A bringer of chaos, conflict and jealousy..." he ticked off his fingers for every word he say, his face growing more sullen than before. “Counter part of Cupid, sometimes the cause of death because of confusion, depression–all of the negative things, the other side of what love gives, that is me.” “How could you become so evil? What happened to you?”