Shot By Cupid Novels & Stories

Cassandra POV “Don’t worry, Cassandra. You’re safe now. Everything will be okay after this. I will take care of you.” Scarlet hugged me while whispering some motivating words to calm me down. I saw the police pushed him from behind with a handcuff on him. He acted aggressively and attacking people around him. Due to the uncontrolled situation, he was shot. I looked at his dead body on the ground in disbelief.

Meena coughed and pulled everyone's attention "Be ready, I'm going to shoot!" Everyone looked at the camera but Kunal looked at Meena and signaled her, she nodded and started counting "One, two and... Three!" As she counted three, Kunal redeemed his shoulder from Shivam's pinch and slid away a few steps from them, Shivam's hand fell and landed on Suhana's shoulder due to Kunal's sudden slide and at the same time everyone heard the sound of"Click!" And saw the camera's flash. Meena loudly said "Wow! I took a beautiful picture!"

He asks taking out a gun from under the seats. {Translation: Do you have the gun I gave you? (Italian)}. I nod my head, showing him the gun. "How good are your shooting skills?" He asks, rolling down the window. I smirk rolling down my window. I take my chance and shoot at one of the shooters, shooting his arm. Just as I shoot his arm, distracting him for a minute, Vincenzo shoots him. Ha, he looks like Deadri- Cedric. Nevertheless, he died. May he rest in peace, AMEN!

She wished she could have a last chance to caress her huge tummy, in which her little innocent soul kept kicking as if it were playing football. The thought of dying together with the innocent soul made her heart feel as if it'd been weighed down by a huge stone. A tear slipped down her eyes. "See you in the next life, bas**rd," Teddy spit venomously. He pressed his finger and pulled the trigger. "No!" A scream filled the whole building. Before anyone could contemplate what was going on, Cullen was in the air with one leg bent and the other straightened towards Teddy. Cullen kicked Teddy's back, and he staggered. The gun fell from his hand into Crystal's legs.

She said, her voice conveying the pain in her heart as she spoke, "But now, you'd have to face the same fate as those who tried to steal my man, just as I did to Paris, but luckily for her, she survived, but I can assure you that this time around, you won't be as lucky as Paris." She said and my heartbeat accelerated, "Die you bitch." She said, and I saw her fingers tightened around the trigger as she aimed at me, Just like a sudden flash of light, I saw my Romeo running towards me, with some members of the corps, but then Cassandra fired the gun and the shot rang out, while I stood there with my eyes shut,

A gunshot. The chapel doors burst open.

The darkest of black, but these eyes were not the ones I'd fallen in love with. They were cold. Empty. Hollow. Filled with pure hatred. “Damien, you're…” my words were cut off when another gunshot echoed loudly through the cathedral. The pain exploded through my shoulder before I noticed that he had shot me. Damien De Luca shot me. I cried out and stumbled backwards. My bouquet of flowers slipped out of my fingers and landed beside the bloody and cold body of Adrian. My white wedding gown was now covered in blood and dirt. “Ahhh!” I screamed as my eyes burned and blurred. I could see through it and Damien's dark, cold eyes staring directly at me.

BLADE’S POV “Evanora!” My yell was the loudest it had ever been as I rushed towards her, watching her slump onto the ground. No, no. I shook my head. It couldn’t be happening. I felt my whole world shatter to the ground as she slumped in front of me. We were about to get married. We were about to go through the last ritual so it made no sense she was suddenly shot by an arrow. “Evanora,” I cried out to her, holding her close to me. I stared at her in horror, watching blood pour off her chest. Whoever shot her must have practiced well enough as the arrow hit her right by her heart. “No, Evanora. Please stay with me.”

The crowd watched in hushed anticipation, the air thick with expectation. "Take your aims, sirs." The crowd watched in anticipation. "And Fire!" At the signal, both men turned and fired their pistols simultaneously. The shots rang out, echoing through the grove. Both men squeezed the trigger, but only one shot ranf out, silencing the birds. A look of shock and disbelief crossed Simon's face as he realised his treachery had backfired. He clutched his side where a bullet had struck, his sly smile replaced by a grimace of pain.

I am the matriarch of Marquis Valebrook Manor, a woman who lives with unyielding pride and has never once bowed her head to a concubine. When I open my eyes again, I've become the neglected wife in a modern wealthy family, driven into depression by my scumbag husband and his mistress. When I expose their sordid affair, my scum of a husband, Joseph Cooke, sues me for "invasion of privacy". The judge orders me to issue a public apology for 15 days, and the entire internet eagerly waits to watch me become a laughingstock. Joseph smirks. "Apologize or spend the rest of your life behind bars!" The mistress, Naomi Baxter, sneers in provocation. "Times have changed, Brenda. In today's world, t