Old Man Cupid Tangled Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes to the moon and back when he said this ancient pick-up line, but somehow it still managed to reach my heart. "You're the first one telling me." I nestled into him as we walked into the town's territory and it was simple and basic, everyone was excited and it seemed there was a ceremony going on or something, "this place looks really lively!! I can't wait to have fun!" "Yeah, it was just like the last mission, did I tell you about it?" He caught my attention with his words and I shook my head, "the last town I went to there was a celebration too and it was dedicated to love. I met a strange old woman, she was actually a Spirit and she told me to wish for you to be forever min

Identified only by numbers. One photo made her freeze. Vivienne. Smiling. But behind her, unblurred: Dorian. Younger. Holding a champagne flute. Standing beside a man with a hawk tattoo on his wrist. Penelope stepped closer, and her blood drained. “That’s… Sebastian’s old enforcer. I thought he was dead.” Isolde traced the ink with her finger. “This wasn’t a Velvet performance.” “No,” Penelope whispered. “This was before Velvet. This was recruitment.”

“I got my hopes crushed by my crush. That made me hate basketball completely. After he turned me down, I quit basketball and I was soon focused more on football. It was in a practice like this one right here, when he walked up to me.” “Hmm… okay..” I said, enjoying the story completely. “So, who's this prince charming that came through for you when you had been crushed by your crush?” “Look on the pitch, he's right there.” She said pointing in the distance towards a blond, muscular dude who seemed like he could keep playing till the next day. “That's Jett. He's a really sweet soul, just too sweet.” “Yeah… he seems so…” I replied half-heartedly as all that kept ringing in my mind was the time

he said so calmly and I couldn't even bring myself to respond, not wanting to blurt out anything stupid. "Okay, you know what, let's just watch a movie and eat some popcorn like we usually do," I nodded my head, I felt so stupid to be tense at such a moment. And Justin noticed it. When he proposed a movie and I said, "anything you want is fine with me," I didn't know he would be picking fifty shades of grey. He did that shit intentionally to stimulate me, we were only halfway through the movie when he paused it and turned to face me, his eyes burning in desire as much as mine were for him, we were both seated side by side on the sofa bed and without hesitating, he moved forward to kiss me, t

: Charlie's POV Cedar, earthy after rain scent smacked my nostrils, changing the scent of cinnamon that clogged the atmosphere. My grip on the bars weakened instantly. My eyes flew wide open. My heart thumped loud into my ears. Heat crawled on my skin like goosebumps. Him. The scent of the Alpha I gave my first time to in Menils. The one I pulled into the dark and tore his clothes off. My first time at the Moon Awakening, before I could register his face in my head, I had left for Frost.

She never even thought about the fact that her master was cumming in her fertile, unprotected pussy. Gio shot rope after rope of cum deep inside Tiffany Anderson as she begged him to keep fucking her. She was beyond cum drunk and didn't even realize she was begging for his cum. She didn't know she was asking him to breed her, or that he was doing just that. The cheerleading cunt was going to be his willing slave. He pulled out and sprayed the last two ropes across her belly and tits, marking her as his. He almost didn't hear when he won his bet with Tara as she was crawling up to them begging Gio to fuck her and let her cum.

The bitterness in his voice wasn’t new — it was old, fermented over years, spilling out now with the precision of someone who’s waited too long to strike. Andrew took a step forward too. “And you’ve always had a way of locking what isn’t yours in cages and calling it love.” The air changed. For a heartbeat, I thought Arrow might actually swing. His eyes flashed — not with surprise, but with a deep, simmering fury that sat just beneath his polished exterior. His hand twitched at his side. My heart jumped to my throat. 🫢🔥

The fluorescent light from my bedside lamp cast harsh shadows across his lined face, making him look older than his sixty-some years. "You're lucky, Graham," the old man muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he snipped a piece of medical tape with practiced precision. His glasses had slipped down his nose, and he pushed them up with the back of his wrist. "The blade missed the femoral artery by less than half an inch. Whoever did this... they knew exactly where to stop." He paused, meeting my eyes with an expression that mingled concern and something darker… perhaps fear, perhaps resignation. "They wanted you to feel every single millimeter of it, but they didn't want you to bleed ou