My Man Is Cupid Reviews Novels & Stories

"These candid pictures are the only ones we were able to click of this sensational beauty." "The pictures of the shoot are exclusive and already trending all around to globe." "Let us know, what you feel about the chemistry between this beautiful couple." He is interrupted by a voice, but his gaze remains on her face in the lcd "Sir you called?" The man asks afraid to only have the man throw his glass on the ground, missing his feet by an inch. The man flinches, but doesn't say a word. Going still and lowering his eyes. "I thought the girl was in jail for life imprisonment."

His eyes never left June as he softly spoke. "So, you want to retsign, huh?" He asked. June nodded. Cupid let out a thoughtful noise and spoke. "Why? You were doing amazing. You are one of the best Host we had!" June finally met Cupid's eyes suddenly annoyed. June was well aware that Cupid knew of his change in heart in his last mission. Yet he was acting clueless. "I felt homesick." June answered. Cupid smiled. "Why, of course," he said and opened a file.

A weird looking middle-aged male with dyed mohawk hairdo, having scars on his forehead down to his right side of his neck, a pointed nose and insanely using his elongated tongue to lick Wren’s shaved head. “Sorry, lady Luna.” The weird man croaked, raised his slit iris. “I need him to win an easy point since no one here dares to bring you down, this very tadpole will be the first to lose his life here.” The weird man’s eyes inclined to Wren’s glossy blue eyes. Wren’s mouth corners pointed in different directions, in a lopsided smile. How weak his grip and intimidation was and how disappointing, she’d expected more from a being of such caliber, Lady Beth's and Luna’s grips were more vigorous.

Love is a key to being a man. Loving yourself will ideally mean that you can love anyone else who is external of you. I believe that a person who cares for self has an ability of caring for the next person as well . The reason that you understand why you can't just let yourself go without a coke or any kind of drink will definitely mean that you can share with an extra person. Good fathers are good man , they understand where they are coming from and will work for their children not to take the same path of life as they took in their process of life. Desperation is a process but what kind are you desiring your own to walk in?

It's just now that I've come across a man with such bright red lips. Despite the fact that my chest was heaving with fear, I felt sorry. The scar on its face makes me feel sad for it since I can't see much of its gorgeous eyes because of it. The man's mouth growled earnestly; he was obviously angry, probably because I stared at him for a long time. I immediately bent my head swiftly. Against my own efforts, a tiny sob managed to escape my lips. "Shit!" Mr. Sanvictores's cursing, just served to increase my uneasiness.

In fact all she could think about was that night. She turned towards him and stared, up and down. Throughly examining him. He was a beautiful man, his high cheek bones and his trimmed beard somehow made her think of all the men's she has found attractive in the past. The thing that she loved the most were his curled hair, sure they weren't that long but somehow it gave him a beach vibe and she thought that was the hottest thing.

I agree, maybe it was the alcohol cause I would never dare attempt a thing like this in my right senses, I wobble around a bit in my drunken state and I turn back to Sophie who gave me a thumb up so I walk more slowly this time to him, afraid I might fall on my butt and disgrace myself, but he’s also watching me with the most beautiful sets of emerald green eyes I’ve ever seen, the perfect skin and thick black hair that he tied at the nape of his neck and I wondered how unfair it was for a human being to be created with so much beauty, finally I walked up to him, he doesn’t say a word and I feel this need to walk past him and pretend I was never coming his way but it was too late, the other

"But look, the day is barely over and you are already calling back. Miss the sound of my voice already? Well the feeling is mutual." I rolled my eyes so hard. Chris was a smooth talker. I’ll give him that. "I need a favor, Chris," I said, cutting right through his charm with a serious voice. "Pearson’s Cupid Resort in Miami is being offered up for sale. I’m sure you already know that. I got information that a falsified asset file is about to be leaked to buyers to reduce the asking price for the company. I need help stopping it.” An intensely long silence stretched over the line. I could hear the faint sound of his tongue clicking against his teeth.

Hooked a leg behind the man’s knee and slammed him down hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Silence. Kael stood over him, chest heaving. For one split second, something flashed across his face. Not triumph. Not anger. Something possessive. His gaze flicked toward me again. Like he needed to make sure I’d seen. My breath caught. The Beta called the match. Applause broke out, but it sounded distant in my ears. Kael stepped back, offering his hand again, helping the man up like nothing had happened. The moment passed. The edge disappeared.

“Scarlett, for God’s sake—” “Shhh. Watch the view.” She began to stroke him, her grip firm and knowing. She varied her pace, slow then fast, twisting her wrist on the upstroke. Jude bit down on his own lip, his hips involuntarily bucking into her fist. The danger of exposure was a live wire in his veins. He could see a group of people just beyond the fern; one turn of their heads… With a few more expert strokes, he was coming, his release spurting over her hand and onto the concrete floor beneath them. A low, helpless groan escaped him.