Psyche Cupid Novels & Stories

Psyche had finally said sighing as she faced the guy who's so gorgeous That his blonde hair was shining brightly at the rays of the sun striking his figure in place with his blue eyes seeking for an answer, pleading that the lady in front of her was just lying or angry for the moment. "Stranger? Psyche we're family, you're my sister! Yet you made me fall in love with you!" the blonde-haired boy - who was Aiden Killford, the young master of the Killford dukedom as well as the younger stepbrother of Psyche, said with bursting anger looking at her but immediately controlled himself seeing how determined Psyche looked for a moment.

Delilah goes to her mother’s side and gives her more information. “Goddess Psyche, you believe these souls can see and hear us?” Lady Camille walks around the room with her hands clasped. She murmurs under her breath, gently brushing her fingers over the faces of the women in the room. A soft blue glow flows from her hand, but nothing happens. “Yes. They’re all frightened.” Psyche confirms. “I eased their worry to some extent, but it feels like all of them are slightly… disconnected.” “And Cason Pierre Watts?” She looks at the lanky man. How does she always know people’s middle names?

As she took a step forward, ready to fight, inducers were fired into her body to make her sleep. She turned her eyes toward her gang, trying to fight the sleep. Anger rose as she was about to lose control. Then another inducer pierced her body. She fell. Before she hit the ground, they pushed a floater toward her. Silence followed as her eyes closed, breaths controlled, bodies shaking with fear. Someone whispered, “She’s a psychopath. Don’t you know her nickname?” Another followed, “She’s called The Psycho Queen.” “Damn! Who’s gonna carry her now? Absolutely not me,” a bald man said. “That girl terrifies me. I can’t get over when she flipped me over. Even unconscious, she’s scary.”

He replies, laying the charm on thick, his power of charisma and charm feeling the room. "Cupid," I growl out in warning. "Sorry. Sorry." Cupid replies, bowing dramatically, "I was just trying to help the mood a little. "Alright, dears, I'll be back. Please enjoy. It was a pleasure meeting you." And with that, he pops away again. "I like him," Katrina responds; her cheeks are already brightening from the two glasses of champagne she chugged, which makes me smile at her. God, I love this woman.

Does he recently find himself having too much Bubble Fruit in his inventory that he decided to throw it away? "Don't you find it weird? He has been tossing a lot of fruits already but why is it that there are no fruits on the surroundings as if it vanishes as soon as he tosses it away?" These were the kind of hush conversations that the students were having until one of the keen observers finally noticed the peculiarity of the situation and raised his observation within the class. Cupid's Ponies are a rare type of magical beast that somehow resembles a horse. But what set it apart from a typical horse is its colorful pair of wings and a single transparent horn with a pointy end protruding on

he teased with a smirk on his face. I gave his lips a soft peck before looking at him with wide and teary eyes. "I want you...please. I want you inside me." "Yeah?" Cupid smirked. "You want this dick, Gillian?" His hands started traveling down my thighs, pulling my dress higher. I licked my lower lip. "Yes, love...Fuck. I want you so much," I whispered desperately against his lips. Cupid didn't have to be told twice. He held onto my thighs and carried me into his arms. He threw me on the bed and quickly hovered over me.

I need you more than ever and I can no longer imagine a life without you in it. And I thank you, for accepting me regardless. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for accepting me, the guy who was known as a "psycho". ~end :)

Intoxicating. That’s what his scent feels like. And truly, the fact that as soon as it floods my lungs, all the demons scurry away, it’s all I need right now. My frenzied heart feels as if it’s about to get out of my chest, rip right through my ribcage and leave a hole in my chest. The man is silent, but there is gentle care in every single touch he offers me. A gloved hand moves over my face, his fingers hooking under my chin, and making me look up at him. His ruby red eyes pin mine into a soft and calming gaze.

"So, do you think there's another way that I can find that scroll?" I asked. Cupid Cherry, who heard my question, immediately closed her eyes tightly. Am I too hard on her? "I've heard something like this before, a Cupid from the South removes his scroll. But, I don't know how he got the scroll back."Cupid Cherry said, opening her eyes. "Who is that Cupid? Take me to him!"I insist. Cupid Cherry immediately curled up at the end of the room. She looks scared.