Cupid With Hearts Novels & Stories

He smiles and nods, “What are you trying to do?” She explains while she shoves sandwich in her mouth. He smiles and nods, “Okay, so something to represent their love, and his history. Which was in the army?” She nods, “That’s why I was looking at the hearts with crossed swords. But that feels wrong somehow.” She rubs her temples, “I have to get this done soon, it needs to get here before we leave.” He nods and pulls the laptop closer to have a look. She closes her eyes for a moment. “Maybe something with a wolf or something, but maybe that’s too on the nose.” He taps her knee,

She then saw a band on the little podium. What the hell is this? Cathy doesn’t know what it is. When she arrived at the center, the candle on the podium was in a heart shape. Then there are tulip petals. a pink tulip that symbolizes a perfect lover; an orange tulip telling her that he is fascinated; a red tulip that symbolizes his love, trust, and undying love; a purple tulip with the meaning of eternal love; and a white tulip that symbolizes sincerity.

As we stepped out of the chapel and into the sunlight, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Edmond, my husband. The word held a new weight, a new beauty. "I love you," I told him. "I love you more," He answered. More like promised. "Ehm... Ehm..." A familiar voice interjected, her voice rasping with urgency, drawing our focus toward her. "I hate to break up the cringe lovefest, but I am on official business," Cupid declared, her tone a mix of dry humor and matter-of-factness as she approached us. "Congratulations, by the way. Your union is another win for Snuggle, and we hope we did the best we could."