Cupid's Personality Novels & Stories

I handed him the test sheet, and he skimmed his eyes over it before handing it back to me. “You are distressed that you aren't as good as before,” he asked, raising his brows at me. You would be wondering why I took the risk; if there was one thing I had learned about Cupid, he was more of a father than he was a servant in the house. And who best to highlight the relationship other than Max, the way Cupid cleaned the trails after Max, and made sure the father-and-son relationship went smoothly? So clearly he wasn't going to spill the tea to my mother or Mr. Hawthorne.

I have not done a single task. He chuckled upon hearing my compliment. “Who is more handsome, me, or Reyner?” Did the cold air pass through his brain? Was he not satisfied that I praised him? What a narcissistic guy! “Of course you are, Your Grace!” That was a simple decision. I did not want intrigue. If I chose Reyner, you would consider putting me on the list of crazy obsessed women. Being a concerned cousin, you would warn him to stay away from me. How could I do my job as a cupid if one of my targets did not trust me? I must also get your heart, devilish Duke Frederick.

” The words slipped out before I could stop them. Her expression dropped. “What did you just say?” “You heard me. Your body looks like uneven plastic. That hip dip? Baby, that’s nowhere near a BBL. Honestly, I think Natasha has serious beef with you, because why the hell do you look like.. ” She cut me off before I could finish my sentence. “Who gave you the audacity to talk to me in such manner?” she barked. I smirked. “It’s giving melted plastic.” “Cupid , my dear, you literally can’t do anything worse than sending me to a 24-hour sex marathon or signing me up for a world record—‘woman who fucked 20 men in 3 hours.’ Go ahead,” I purred, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

The cottage seemed to be the same distance away as it was when she had begun walking but when she turned to look back the way she had come, she was shocked to find the palace looked quite small. ‘How did that happen?’ She thought, looking back to the cottage. Instead of questioning it, she foolishly resumed walking toward it, Her mind was completely blank; all she knew was that she had to reach that cottage. Cupid watched the beautiful little hybrid continue her walk toward the magic cottage, a slight frown marring his handsome features. He was Eros’s twin brother, the younger twin by precisely thirty-seven minutes, and those brief few minutes made all the difference. Eros was the confident,

“No, no it doesn't hurt, it actually feels good. Too good. I...I just want us to finish with the meeting so that I can mark you as mine. If I allow you to continue with that, I might be forced to do it now and...I might not be able to forgive myself...Though Cupid would be happy about it” Her eyes widened. “Is he hearing me?” “Yea. he is. He is very attracted to you not just because you are our mate but because he finds you very exquisite and his taste” “His taste?” she was confused, I could tell. “He is very picky with everything. Where we shift, women we have sex with, the clothes we wear, everything. Sometimes I wish I could ask the moon goddess to save me from his vanity” At least you do

she mumbled annoyed. "Are you talking about the Werewolf king and his Beta?" He raised a brow. "Who else will I be talking about?" She said and pouted her pink shiny lips. "Why are you so interested in the lives of those amortals? You are rarely that committed to anything or anyone," Cupid said inspecting his bow. She relaxed on her pink throne and crossed her long flawless Legs with toe nails the color of pink bubble gum, and long talons adorned it with all shades of pink.

Cupid unclenched her balled-up fist with powers probably garnered from years of dealing with rude clients in her line of customer service. "I am here to help," Cupid informed. "Your wife is with me in the car and you know what they say, it's rude to leave a girl hanging." "Who?" Edmond tensed, the white noise on the monitor breaking his voice. "That girl from the office... I don't know what game this fucking is but if you don't leave my property right now, I'll fucking call the cops."

Freddy For the first time in my life, I’m in love. It just sucks that the person my heart races for belongs to another male—the irony isn’t lost on me. Cupid has a wicked sense of humor. Tess isn’t my fated mate. She belongs to Lucas, a former friend of mine, but flipping hell—he doesn’t deserve her!

He was a model, who was both famous and rich, so even if Julien was much richer than him, there was no need for him to be jealous of Julien. However, he could not help it because Julien was the only person that Sydney had ever loved. As for his inferiority complex... "Hah..." Cayden turned the cup in his hand, and he looked down to cover the darkness in his eyes. Everyone said that he had a good character and was very gentle. However, no one knew that was not his real character. His real personality was dark, apathetic, and not gentle at all. His gentleness was an imitation of Julien!

Relax and think of all the dirty things I’m going to do to you when I have you back in my hands. I had no idea he could be this sweet; that underneath all that broodiness was a marshmallow. Okay, maybe a hard marshmallow, but at the center there’s goo. I wish I knew more about relationships. Women always say men will say anything to get into your pants, but I’m already bought and paid for. This shouldn't have to be some game to him. “He’s so sweet.” “Never heard someone call him that before,” Cupid says, making me realize I said that out loud.