Cupid Valentines Novels & Stories

Juliet stretched to me a tiny bottle and I stared at the container wondering what it was. "Trina, this is an ointment. I purchased it at a cosmetic store. It will quickly expunge the spots on your face." My lips curved into a smile and I held the bottle, "oh thanks so much mum, I really needed it so I'll look like an angel tomorrow." "Like an angel, where're you going tomorrow?" "My crush Jake is gonna be picking me up." Juliet's cheeks dissolved into a wild smile, "Is he hot?" "Smoking hot."

“Sorry, Magnus, I have something for you…” Dorothy said, softly holding out a card, “I hope you…” Magnus tore the card into pieces without a word or a look. Dorothy gasped and bolted from the lake where Magnus often hid from his friends and Alpha training when he needed space. His eyes widened with shock at her running form. Confusion gripped him until he looked down at the grass, noticing it wasn’t a note from his best friend; it appeared to be something else. He knelt down, his hands shaking as he pieced it back together. Horror washed over him as the card went back together. He swallowed hard as he put the last piece back together. It was a Valentine’s Day card she was asking for him to b

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

“Why are you ignoring me?” he questioned as he lifted the bouquet of red roses that he picked up outside. Picked up with his deceased wife's bestfriend. Aeros, the one who carries the bow of love, he's cupid who carries the title of a wingman. He has the ability to capture anyone's heart with his arrows. The Aeros I met was no different from that reckless and free Aeros from greek mythology, he has the same recklessness and freedom like him.

I remember him saying he worked out when we were in Garret's office but I didn't know it wasn't a freaking joke. "Wait, it says February 14th I have to go help...reconstruct a preschool hit by a tornado, Keplin Preschool?" "Yes." He frowned at me over the Laptop "Do you not know what day that is?" He asked. I took the laptop from him and looked at the date "Yes, it seems to be a Tuesday.." And in that moment, Sebastian began laughing loudly. So loud I found it almost insulting. "What's so funny?" "Seriously? Oh my God, I never thought of you that hopeless. Valentines Day, the day of love? You know, Cupid and all of that stuff."

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!

Fate will always bring us together, no matter what happens and no matter where we are. “Ah, you are so handsome, my cupcake!” I heard Val utter. So I looked at her and saw her squeezing Drelix's cheeks. Drelix's face flushed, and we all chuckled. “Valkyrie, stop pinching my cheeks. We still have to do the wedding ceremony.” Drelix said, and Val’s face flushed red. I know that look. “Call me Valkyrie one more time and I’ll stop,” Val whispered and winked. “Valkyrie,”

RUBBY'S POV For a moment, all that existed was him, his touch made me feel like I was something precious. After what felt like an eternity, we finally pulled apart both of us breathless. Alex licked his lips as though the remnant of my lips was still there. I rested my forehead against him, with my eyes still closed. "Happy birthday," he murmured. I smiled and rested my fingers lightly against his chest. Maybe I wasn't ready to say yes to being his Valentine, but I also knew I wasn't ready to let him go either.

Earlier, I had heard Michael’s dismissive voice over the phone, “Tell Janice to stop overreacting. If something’s really wrong, go to the hospital. What use am I?” From the background, Wynne’s delicate, soft tone chimed in. “Don’t be mad, Michael. Janice only acts like this because she loves you so much and wants to trick you into coming home. The party’s almost over. You don’t need to worry about me.” I found it almost laughable. I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out.

“Harry, why are you hitting a little girl? If people find out, it won’t make us look good. Why don’t we make a bet for five hundred thousand?” Harry seemed interested. “Sounds fun. What’s the bet?” The man smiled meaningfully and replied, “It’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s see if she can sell 200 roses at the night market.” Everyone laughed in response. “Someone who can’t even talk selling flowers? Are you serious?” “Come on, man. You’re not planning on letting her go, are you?” I thought that I would be rescued, but I ended up in a worse situation instead. When Harry saw how hopeless I looked, he quickly agreed to the bet.