Cupid Tangled Novels & Stories

I pretended I was completely blind to her trap. My foot hit her shoe. I let myself fall forward. But I didn't just fall. I pushed my arms out hard. I aimed the tray right at her chest. Crash. The plastic tray hit the edge of the table with a loud bang. The bowl of cold, sticky soup flew up in the air. The red juice splashed out of the cup. All of it landed right on Tiffany. It covered her blonde hair. It soaked her expensive white shirt. It dripped down her face and onto her lap. The thick soup clung to her skin.

Cupid was looking through the list of names in the chat room. He was glancing back and forth at a magic camera screen. He watched as Amy and Eli disappeared into her apartment, lips locked together. "Well, I do not think I will need to worry about them any longer" as he felt the mark of fate disappear as the new lines of fate were sealed. Cupid was watching the chat room now, sending the camera on Amy away. He was not a voyer, at least not today. He went back to sipping his small fruity drink that was inside a cut open coconut.

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."

He smiled slightly. Tiffany smiled, “So, what's next? Are you approving of our relationship??” “Of course dear, why then did she reveal it?” “Really?” Tiffany jumped up from the bed and hugged her father. The thick atmosphere from earlier turned into a harmonious and joyous moment for them. Tiffany was the happiest. “THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS” Love is often irrational and doesn't always follow reasons. Blue_Orchid THE END

They arranged who I am supposed to share a bond with for the rest of my life. They arranged for me to marry and that night bond with an eighteen year old named Octavia Griffin. I had met her while I was away with my tribe... Besides Elijah, I was the only one that noticed he was missing after day three of my arrival at the bunker in the mountains. Before meeting Octavia for the first time, my wolf had already chosen whom it wanted, who it craved and longed for. It was already attached to Lara without even meeting her...my wolf inside has already made up its mind. The wolf will never change its mind once it's chosen who it wants to spend all of eternity with.

The three of them hovered in one suspended moment— equal parts desire and ruin. Then the tension finally snapped. Clothes fell. Breaths mangled. Their bodies tangled in a heated, chaotic, breathtaking rhythm. Ava’s mind blurred between pleasure, guilt, relief, fear— all of it overwhelming, consuming. Tristan behind her. Xander in front of her. Her body caught between the two men who had rocked her world. And in the fire-lit shadows of their bedroom, with whispered names and desperate touches, the storm broke fully… Their first night as a throuple. A line crossed.

"Watch me." I grabbed his hand. His fingers locked firmly around mine. “After you, Rapunzel.” Within fifteen minutes, the entire situation spun into madness. We stumbled out of the club and into the thick, humid Miami night. My friends were a loud, drunken audience, running ahead of us. Tessa and Cassidy were literally ripping flowers out of the hotel lobby planters we passed, creating a tragic, mangled bridal bouquet. "To the chapel!" Maren yelled, waving a stolen palm branch in the air.

It took me a moment to notice what I’m seeing. ‘What?’, words failed me when I saw Raphael standing in a tuxedo in what appears to be a wedding chapel. Remember the marriage scene in the Breaking Dawn movie? Well, this looks like that, only less crowded and no blood drinkers. Also, where the heroine looked beautiful and slim, I looked like a bloated whale with a ruffled dress and red eyes from all the crying I have done. Gosh! He never learns, does he?

"Honey... Could we have a nice evening before we play? Pretty please?" "I won't be able to ignore you looking like that, Babe... You have already driven me insane!" "I don't want you to ignore this," she ran her hands over her body. "I want you to just wait until... let's say 9 PM? Can you give me just 3 hours of a cuddly date? Before you... use your possession?" She smiled and blinked at me. "Just 3 more hours of the final boiling with lust, a cherry on top for me, please..."

This seemingly enchanting encounter was merely the beginning of her daring plan—a contract marriage proposal that would ultimately serve as a means to exact her long-awaited vengeance. As the evening progressed, Emily and Wyatt continued their enthralling conversation, their words forming a web of intrigue and hidden agendas. Emily found herself drawn further into Wyatt’s world, her initial plans for revenge momentarily overshadowed by the captivating exchange they shared. She couldn’t deny the magnetic pull between them, the intoxicating blend of attraction and intrigue. In that moment, they were two masterminds, dancing around each other, neither fully aware of the secrets that lay beneath