Psyche Cupid Novels & Stories

“You should be very grateful I didn't get enough time to thrust into her. You always have your own ways of ruining people's plan.” My hand trembled hard in anger at the mere thought of this psychopath of a human fucking my fiancee. If I had been a minute late, If I had been one fucking minute late, I would only end up blaming myself for not protecting what's mine from harm's way. In annoyance I pulled out my pistol which I had tucked in peacefully underneath my shirt. I was almost close to pulling the trigger right into his skull when Kacie's words rang into my ears. “Don't give him a smooth death, make him suffer and beg for death before you pierce his stony heart with a blade.”

****** "He's in Cebu, trying to forget all the pain he has because of you. Fleur, please! Don't go to him, let him forget, Fleur!" ****** Tears run down to her eyes as she realized that she hurt this man that he's looking at right now but opposite to what she's thinking this man is now happy and doesn't deserve to get hurt again. While crying she went down with her head bow and run through the door but she got stopped by a huge thing in front of her. "Ow, sorry!" She stunts when she hears his voice for almost a year of not hearing it finally his masculine voice that she likes the most.

His voice grew more hysterical. He shook my body frantically, but I would never respond again. My head fell to the side, lolling on my neck like a broken doll's. And in that instant, a cataclysmic agony tore through his chest. The mate bond. It was shattering. As if someone were slowly, meticulously sawing through his heart with a dull blade. The pain drove him to his knees. He clutched his chest, a scream of pure, animalistic agony ripping from the depths of his soul.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the city as Chase sat in a dimly lit bar, nursing a drink that had long since lost it’s chill. The weight of his recent defeat hung heavily on his shoulders, and the bitterness of betrayal coursed through his veins. Desire had taken everything from him—his position, his power, and his reputation. He could not let her win. Not like this. The vibrant chatter and laughter around him felt distant, muffled by the weight of his disappointment. The sting of failure was sharp, and he sought solace in the bottom of his glass, taking another long sip.

In giddiness, Psyche gazed at the divine face and the radiant beauty, and she finally realized the goddess was Cupid herself, the handsome archeress and daughter of Venus, Queen of beauty and love! Psyche gasped and trained her gaze insatiably. She could hardly believe how fortunate she was. Her wedded lover was not a monster or a man, but a divine woman from the heavens. With exulted heart, she leaned over to kiss that brilliant cheek. She ran her trembling fingers over Cupid's sleeping face, tracing over her elegant jawline, her swan-like neck, and her lovely small breasts. Then the maiden turned to her wife's weapons again. In the course of handling and admiring, she drew out an arrow fro

It was a happy mood until he suddenly said something that hit me really hard. "Cupcake, I think it's time for you to seek some help." "Help from whom?" "Psychiatrist." The room suddenly turned quiet, not a single word from both of us. That was a topic that he shouldn't start. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

I swear to God, I am Cupid struck. He drives in the rain, the windscreen moving up and down, cleaning the drops of water off his window. He makes all the right turns, driving in silence towards my destination. He stops in front of my house. " Well, I guess this is where we part, peanut!" "Why do you call me Peanut?" "Do I need a reason?" I nod, smiling out my skeleton. "Okay, since you demand a reason… UMM...you are cute and can fit into my pocket if I choose to steal you."

Christian smiled softly at the lady who knelt at his feet or still for better understanding, slumped at his feet. "Today's a good day Cami, you know why?", He asked her while her chin rested in his hand. "No", she whispered. "I'll tell you honey, people like you are on there way here", Christian sang happily. "Like me?", She asked. "Yes. Creatures of pleasure, just like you. Created for people like me" "Will I ever be free?", Camille whispered.