If Cupid Had Heart Novels & Stories

"And the person in my heart is Jasmine. She's the only one who can be my bride." Tracy froze for a second, then raised her voice. "Then why do you miss every year?" … Edward stiffened. Tracy refused to let it go. "You clearly can hit Jasmine's handkerchief, but you choose to miss on purpose. Doesn't that mean you don't want to marry her? "If you don't want to marry her, then you must want to marry me. Otherwise, why would you treat me so well? Every time Jasmine and I argue, you always take my side. It's because you love me more!"

I asked Damien later, once our guests had finally departed, "if you'd simply found some other convenient solution to your grandfather's trust clause, all those years ago?" "Constantly," Damien admitted. "I don't think Sofia would have found her way to Griffith without watching us navigate our own complicated beginning first, proving that genuine love could actually grow from difficult circumstances. I think that's rather the whole unexpected gift of this entire story, Ivy. Not just our own happiness, but everything it's made possible for everyone connected to us."

He also couldn't help but feel pity and guilty for her for using her to be the solution to his problem, in fact, she didn't do him any harm. If Camille is not in his life, there is a good chance that he will like her and love her completely. Candy's beauty is not ordinary, she's kind of a mysterious woman. Although she is a snob sometimes she has a warm heart. And the fact that he was the first to claim her femininity is also a big factor. But for now, he needs to stick with his plan because he already promised Camille that they will be together again after two years. Even this means of breaking Candy's pure heart.

I instantly took the cupcake out of his hand. “That’s mine, Katie gave it to me,” a deafening silence filled the kitchen and suddenly a naughty smile flashed on Nico’s lips. “Well, well, well who’s Katie?”

Yesterday, yesterday or any other day in the past I would have given a damn, however, I feel like its dart”shaped reminder lodges inside me after breaking all the layers of my skin. There is no heart that can withstand a fall and mine lies on the ground, trampled by a being who does not even deserve a thousandth of what I have blindly given him. It's too late, I plead guilty, I'm a stupid person who fell in love, now I'm more fragile in front of him. Cupid has shot an arrow laced with cyanide straight into my vital organ. He is the wrong man, a villain who continues to be the bad guy just by involving me in confusion, sometimes treating me with subtlety.

The voice from the radio sounded again, and the front class began to make preparations. "It will be over so soon." Cupid pouted in disappointment. He had not had enough fun yet. "It's okay, left... it's very hard for Dad to take you two alone. After that, let him go back and get a good rest." Kacy stroked Cupid's hair, gently reminding him. "Oh." replied Cupid mustily, "I know." Thomas Zuo took Cupid in his arms, smiled gently and said, "Let us go, it's time to get in line."

I apologized. “No. I am not angry my dear. We understand how you are feeling but this is fate” She started. “Some marriages are arranged but they end up with love. Can’t you see me and your father?” Oh that story! We found it boring. Annabelle and I wished our love stories to be full of adventures – maybe that was why God gave me the world best man to marry, the dark lord!

Of course, only a person who once loved you knew exactly where to stab to hurt you the most. I could not even summon anger anymore. It felt like disappointment had hollowed me out completely. My heart felt empty. What I hated most was my own helplessness. “There’s no need to make such a spectacle, Mr. Stone. “It’s just a few words. Don’t disturb my mother’s peace.” I handed the tablet back to him. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and demanded, “Why aren’t you wearing the engagement ring I gave you?”

Sophie said. Fiona stiffened, turning slowly. “Excuse me?” “You weren’t there on the cliff. You didn’t sing to him. I did.” Fiona’s expression remained serene. “You want to be the hero now? After stealing him by marriage?” “I didn’t steal anyone,” Sophie snapped. “You stole my place in his memory.” Fiona’s lips curled. “Then maybe you should’ve sung louder.” Sophie’s hands trembled. “He thinks he owes you everything. But he owes me his life.”

Only, I feel my wife’s soft palms against my bare back. My heart begins pounding so hard against my ribcage. Stupid fucking heart. “I’m sorry,” she says, placing a tender kiss on the middle of my back. “I’m sorry, okay?” She steps in front of me and palms my face, stroking my cheeks with her fingers, her eyes soft. “I love you, I am in love with you, Matteo Messina Denaro. And we’ll have a wedding, just not for now. Let’s wait until our business is handled, please?”