Cupid Shots Novels & Stories

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!"

I said, grinning anyway. She took a dozen shots while her husband awkwardly clapped both our shoulders and said, “Proud of you, kiddo,” like he wasn’t entirely sure which of us he was talking to. Cassie laughed and threw an arm around me. “Let’s make one just us. For evidence when we’re rich and famous.” “Or broke and running a coffee cart,” I said. “Optimism, Hale!” We posed, giggling, and someone nearby started a chant for “Free shots!” which, given the time of day, was concerningly popular.

Chapter 2- Shot! shot! Shot! shot! Shot! shot! *Natalia* I may be a little buzzed but I needed this I needed to forget that I was going to be a married woman by Friday to one of the most feared, ruthless leader in the mafia world. I go to the bar and order some more tequila knowing I was going to feel this in the morning I didn't give a shit my life was ending. the bar tinder sits out six shot glasses then fills them up nova comes swaying towards me and holds the counter for balance.

She cooed, "I've been waiting for this day for five years. Just celebrate it for my sake!" Owen saw the radiant smile on her face. Reluctant to let her down, he allowed her to do whatever she wished. On the eighth floor of the Hillington Hotel was a luxury nightclub, frequented by infamous playboys of Alburton City in search of excitement and thrill. After dinner, Sonya led Owen to the nightclub. My spirit tagged along as if it was out of my control. It wasn't my wish to watch their PDA. When we arrived on the eighth floor, they ran into Owen's friends, who were having some drinks. Without hesitation, Sonya dragged Owen to the private lounge occupied by his friends.

Kedwyn cheered from behind the bar and flipped a bottle. "I'm in." Lulu smiled and looked at me with a look that said "you better or else." "Okay, I'll take some." I nodded. "Some mango juice shots for the lovely Vixen." Kedwyn winked then passed her some shot glasses. "1... 2... 3... strippers!" Kiara shouted then we all downed our shots.

He averts his gaze back to her; "You can go home now, Camilla…" God, the way the words sound on his lips! I am dead! Cupid killed me yet again with one more shot. He brings out a handkerchief, hanging it over to me. I feel like my heart is twerking to Cardi b in my chest. He says to me in his raspy voice, his tone dominant like he is giving a command to a child. “...clean up, Peanut!…You are stained!” Was he making a period joke? Or was it just my head that made it sound like a period joke?… probably the latter.

A vending machine with water, soda, punch, and a chill zone where students retreat to catch their breath and have conversations that aren’t drowned out by the music. “… my little soda pop, yeah!... Let’s get the party started!!!” Tamara yells happily, bumping into me playfully. “… you all I can think of… every drop I drink up… you’re my soda pop… my little soda pop…” “… cool me down you’re so hot… pour me up I won’t stop… you’re my soda pop… my little soda pop…” “Cat…” Nabi screams, suppressed by the music, “How do I look? Guess what? I was stopped in the hallway to the party, a senior asked if I was the gloriously shiny Cinderella.”

“What is Cupid's arrow? “ I asked him, stretching myself out. I’d still felt like a Mack truck hit me, my lycan was healing my sore body, but I’d not fully recovered yet. The doctor handed me a bottle of water as he began to speak. I opened the bottle and took a drink. The cool liquid slid down my throat as I took another drink. “Cupid's arrow is an aphrodisiac. It comes in a form of dust that is sprinkled into either a drink or food. It is only used by mates who are trying to conceive." He said, his gray eyebrow forking at me. I spit my water out, covering the doctor in the water I was choking on. Coughing I sat straight up tapping my chest to help clear it. I cleared my throat, “Im sorry w

When they passed the children's shooting kiosk, Sophie was drawn to a small wooden carving displayed in the prize area. It was the first time she had seen a wedding-themed wooden carving of a man and woman. There was another reason, too. The carving made her feel as if she were reliving her own wedding with Cedric more than three years ago. He had given her the loving gaze, the kiss, the diamond ring, and the consummation of their marriage on the wedding night that she had always anticipated. However, he had not given her the true love she had been expecting for a long time.

I just grin, a soft breeze swirling up around us, cool and fresh, as I tighten my arms around him. “Booo, lovebirds!” Jesse calls over to us, cupping his hands around his mouth so his voice echoes. I laugh, opening my eyes. “Come on, stop being boring! We’re doing shots!” He points to a tray of flaming shots that a very good-looking waitress, who Jesse currently has his arm around, is holding. “Oh my god,” I say, my eyes going a little wide at the sight of them.