Cupids Arrow Position Novels & Stories

He cupped my hand, adjusting my grip by pressing my sweaty palm against the cool metallic bow that would soon be warm if he kept touching me like this. Raising the bow horizontally, he slipped an arrow into my right hand. “Now you have to ensure the nock clicks securely between the nocking points.” His hands guided mine, aligning the nock of the arrow with the bowstring. Once secured, the click sound affirmed his words. “Good job, Sophie.” My name rolled off his tongue in a sultry manner. His big hand wrapped mine. “Inhale. This helps with focus and stability.”

If he could get rid of all of them, he would. Archer wants to revisit the mini park he found last night, he wanted to see a clearer view of it. Of course, it is way different to see something enveloped with darkness than witness it under the shining light. As he was riding his bike to his exit, he saw a familiar figure of a woman from the corner of his eye. He knew that it was her, the girl from last night. Yet this time, the difference is, her features are completely clear before him. He can now assure himself that she is attractive. She wasn't making noise this time but her voice seems to be carved inside his head, he could completely hear them. He doesn't want to waste any of his time so

They both choose the Arrow. I fiddled with my ring and watched Ariel pick up the bow and arrow. She stood comfortably two feet apart and looked directly at the bullseye. I was amazed she could even handle a bow but my amazement turned into a frown when I saw that Igni had fired two arrows already. They hit 8.5 of the bullseye.

Ludwig lifted his hand to hold hers and helped her string the arrow to the bow. His warm breath fanned on her shoulders as he adjusted her position. Little did she know that the man was hardly looking at the target. He was looking at her breasts that were rising and falling with each breath.

The nimble shadow gripped his bow very tightly. "Still hiding? Then I'll make you come out on your own." Zitrey sprung up her arm backward with three arrows in her hand, body is slant a little towards the south. With a strong force she released the arrows and aimed towards the tree where the nimble shadow was hiding. *Fwoosh...

"I have 500 blunt arrows with me! If you can dodge more than 40... I'll treat you with anything you want inside café ginger. If you lose, then you can't quit this training for at least a week!" "I'm fine with that…" Ryan spoke with confidence as jogged towards the targets, "I can't fight, but I am quick as a cheetah! You better not forget the bet!" A few minutes later, Creed stood up. He had turned all 500 arrows into blunt ones. The moment he touched the blunt heads of the arrow, a malicious grin appeared on his face. These training arrows were really costly and efficient. The gluon fluid inside the arrows would automatically replicate the weight of the ejected pointy heads to keep the arro

The tip of the arrow was still shaking in the wood. There was a rose tied to the arrow. The rose was perfect and white. The white rose was attached to the arrow that had gone through the door of the cabin right where Ryder had been standing. "Don't move," Kai growled. His hand tightened on mine as the domestic peace of the morning shattered into a thousand rough pieces.

The princess followed quietly, but she couldn't explain the heartbeat she felt. Randell positioned Chandra and his shedding the arrow. Randell was behind Chandra. Their bodies are so close. Chandra still obeys what Randell tells him to do. Chandra was now holding the arrow while Randell's eyes were focused on the target of the arrow. "Do you see that? You aim it where your opponent is or what you are going to hit. You must be centered on your target. Hold the arrow and the quiver well. The position of your arm must be the same as the quiver. Because what will be the shape of your arm when holding it, the hit of the arrow is also based on that, so you must hold it correctly." Randell said a l

I nod my head when my arrow hits the target. "These seem to be working fine," I think, looking at the set of newly crafted arrows. All evenly lined up and placed neatly next to one another, I reach down to grab another arrow. I repeat the process, loading my bow and pulling back the bowstring. The target once more in my sight, I count down. "One. Two. Three." Releasing the string, I couldn't believe it when Ms. Justice walks in. Without realizing it, she had accidentally walked in between my arrow and the target.

She remained in that position for a while before finally releasing the arrow. The wind hits the arrow as it flies in a straight lane; before hitting the target face, the arrow hits the bullseye, which is the highest-scoring part of the target face. Vashi smiles triumphantly, slowly bringing her hand down. Jazell was impressed… "Not bad." She commended positioning three arrows on the string of the bow in her left hand. Her blue crystal eyes are as sharp as the pointed metal of the arrow. She dragged the arrows backwards, remaining in that position for a while; she allowed her gaze to linger on the target face and then released the three arrows. Like a rushing wind, the arrows flew from where