Cupid With Hearts Novels & Stories

Although, we were in sync, our hearts weren’t. Then suddenly, the music paused. Conrad grip tightened on my waist as he pulled me closer. He brought his hand up to cup my face. Our eyes locked as he leaned in…

Ciara took me to a shooting range. It is not far from the hotel and it seems very popular as a lot of people are inside despite being within office hours on a weekday. “The very first thing you need to know is how to handle a gun properly. Most of our transactions include head-on battles with city police and their main weapon is a gun.” Ciara explain. We settled in a private room. She set up my equipment, the glasses, ear covers, and a vest even though only the two of us is in the room.

“What did you mean by that? Who exactly are you and why is it that every girl you meet thinks you’re some kind of god?” Liam smirked, “but I only have my eyes for you and no one else,” he responded, not actually answering my questions. “Just think of me as someone who will make your wildest fantasies come to life.” I felt something rub circles against my inner thigh and my entire body froze.

The light creatures swarm closer to us as if to hear what we were going to say to each other. "I, Lila Jackson might not be your true mate or Luna but I promise to be your Luna and mate in truth. I vow to love you like you have loved me and even much more. I vow to protect you and support you in battle and in running the affairs of the pack. I vow to be Lila Denver in honesty, true love and happiness. I vow to always be your source of happiness. I'll be a loving mate and partner. I vow to be with you, grow old with you and have as many pups with you. I vow to never make you regret loving me." I smiled and took a sip of the wine.

Maybe one of his sluts had told him he looked better when he smiled, but I wanted to believe it wasn't because of that. "Yeah, I know it's Latin, I'm not stupid," I smiled. He crossed his arms and threw his head back. His Adam's apple was visible despite the tattoo on it, moving up and down slowly as if he were swallowing saliva. The intermittent neon lights illuminated his face almost like something unique and unimaginable, moving in slow motion, giving him a sense of sensuality. I was so caught up in his sensuality that I didn't realize I had been laughing; he had laughed with me.

"But I cried anyway. When they transplanted Nathan's heart, I locked myself in the men's room the whole time, smoking and unable to stop my tears. Even Sue never managed to find me. "Also, the title of Mrs. Frost wasn't meant to be compensation… Because for me, you're the only one who can be my wife. "I now see Sue for what she truly is, but it's too little, too late. "I've fallen in love with you before I knew it, Wanda, even if telling you now is pointless." As he finished, I remembered that meteor shower that he had spent millions making for me. I crossed my fingers, making a wish as the shooting star left a fiery trail to the night sky.

The city glittered below them, indifferent and beautiful. Kieran led her to the bench beneath the trellis and knelt in front of her, taking her hands. "I want to do this right," he said. "Do what right?" "This." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box—not the one from before, not the sapphire. This box was smaller, simpler. "I gave you a ring when this was a contract. I gave you another ring when this became real. Now I want to give you something that means forever."

The love that was specific and undeniable and now, finally, visible. He stepped onto the podium. The embrace was three-way, public, visible — the configuration that was becoming their language for truth, the contact that was necessary and insufficient and essential and now shared, not secret, not hidden, not protected from interpretation. The champagne that was sprayed included him, the celebration that was twin victory becoming trio family, the us that was structural becoming visible architecture.

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.

hesitated for a moment, lowering her eyes to the notebook she held as though it were a shield protecting her from the world. How could she hand over a piece of her heart, represented by her words, to someone she felt such hatred toward? But she soon gave in. She quietly extended the notebook toward "Nancy", her movements hesitant, as though she wished she could take it back. "Nancy" took the notebook gently, as if she were handling a precious treasure. She looked at it for a moment before opening it and flipping through the pages, her eyes moving over the carefully written lines. A genuine smile appeared on her lips.