Novel & Cerita Enslaved Cupid Weakness

“He sees through me now. And worse, he’s obsessed with finding Madin. That boy is his weakness and his strength.” Jona frowns. “What do you mean?” Catherina’s lips curl into a sly smile. “Arthur is strong because of Madin—he fights harder, he leads with purpose, all for that boy. But that strength is also his greatest weakness. His fixation makes him vulnerable, distracted. He’s not a king right now; he’s a man chasing a shadow. If Madin disappears for good, Arthur will have no choice but to look elsewhere—back to me."

Not again! I was still praying when the door opened at someone came in. I was shedding tears now and that was one of my weaknesses. When I cried, I lose control and my wolf suffers. And recently Cupid has been very silent. “Hello, lover boy, “ I looked up from my crouching stance at the temptress from the depth of hell. My vision was blurry as I watched her move to me one step at a time in calculated manifestation. “Leo?” her slutty voice slurred as she bowed and touched my face.

Even if it's wrapped in a pretty or gorgeous package, you don't get to choose the bond. "When in such a thrall, Stefan must fulfill the woman's every desire... while she is alive. He can do just about everything, except express his love or passion for them with his body. We've discovered that the sort of women destined to enthrall him get quite angry when their man can't perform. And with Elisheva's curse, the eviler the woman, the more powerful the enthrallment. These are the worst because they keep him in unna, or the most superficial kind of love, of which traps not only his body and mind, but also his heart."

Lame face the angel darkness and asked. "The prophecy that dropped yesterday said the witch will hold her second weakness to return what is not hers and with that ritual, her third weakness will regain its full strength, and the more the witch weakness shows up, the more she loses her power! ha, ha, ha, ha, you just fell into my trap because I know that in the process of this you will stop and asked for your bird just like I predicted! mmmm I feel good in my new body" Lame expression hardened and a vein popped out in her neck while breathing heavily.

He groaned, "I see why you skipped the ritual at the wedding, and didn't want me to take you to crossover." "You would have burnt me to death." She chuckled. "Have you ever tried to control fire? You're mixed, you could have it in you, you know." He shrugged. "I can't. I didn't even have water crossover but my water powers are strong." She leaned in closer to him. "It's all about focus." He grabbed a squirrel hopping around them by the neck and showed it to her. "Let it go!" She gasped, freeing the terrified animal from his grip.

Long enough for my chest to tighten with something dangerous. I poured myself a drink, letting the burn of vodka scorch my throat. Anything to keep from admitting the truth that lingered just behind my ribs. Missy wasn’t a distraction. She was a weakness. My weakness. I hated myself for it. I’d been trained my whole life to strip weakness from my body, my mind, my soul. Father made sure of it. He’d say things like, “You want mercy? Ask for it in your next life.” And he’d drive me into the dirt until my muscles gave out. No mistakes. No excuses. No softness.

"Do you mean the second person is a girl?" Alicia nodded and said, "Yeah, but though she's a girl, you still need to prepare because your weakness may attack you again." I didn't know what Alicia mean. Maybe she was talking about my sympathy to other people. This sympathy was my weakness, and if I would show my weakness to other, there was a possibility that I couldn't be free from the curse, and be enslaved forever. My freedom lies on the death of those hundred of people. If I would let my weakness attack me, I could not gain the thing I solely want. I should never show my weakness to them.

“Let me go.” “Why don't you try to free yourself?” He asks, and I look down at my hands. They are being tied in silver. Werewolves have a weakness of silver. Every single person knows that. Whether it is a fantasy or not. I close my eyes, trying to focus even as I am being pulled along. Nothing is working, and I can barely understand what is even going on. My head is fuzzy. I am supposed to be resting. I try looking down at my feet through the huddle, and I notice that the sole of my feet are fully healed.

Marcus POV** The thought of Cassandra turning down my meal ignited a fire within me. With each step I took into the dark tunnel, my fingers clenched into fists, driven by a fierce need to make her understand my intentions. No matter how hard I tried to suppress it, there was no escaping the fact that Cassandra was my weakness, and I had fallen for her—hard. Yet, she persisted in rejecting my advances, ignoring my relentless efforts to prove my genuine care for her.

I am quite surprise that his eyes did not get stuck. Clearing his throat, he reads the inscription, “For he who fell on earth because of love will suffer the same fate once again, an endless life only to be ended by the wielder of the arrow-” “I already know that prophecy, I read it from the scroll.” “Oh, have you?” He fakes a gasp, stating in a bored tone, “What you read was incomplete. I assume that you saw the ripped portion at the end of the scroll?” I nodded and his lips quirk up, his eyebrows arched as he continues with the next part, “Cupid must pay a hefty price for the greatest love his heart desires. He will roam this earth with hopeless front, as envy and loneliness rules his peri