Sino Si Cupid Novels & Stories

A soft, steady rhythm, marking time in a way that made the silence between them unbearable. “I need to ask you something,” he said, stepping closer, but still keeping enough distance to make the tension unbearable. “And I need you to answer honestly.” Her stomach tightened. “What is it?” “Do you want this?” The words were low, deliberate, impossible to ignore. “Do you want… this?”

Titus asked. Cyrus placed his hand under his chin and started pacing back and forth. “Well we can’t really mess with Cupid. Who knows what that man could do? What we can do is mess with his secretary.” A chill went down my spine. “I met his secretary once, and she looked to be very vulnerable. I think it would be very easy to mess with her.” “Well, I want the fastest way to cut her off his life. She doesn’t deserve Cupid. Moreover, Cupid shouldn’t be able to love anyone. It’s his punishment, and he must carry his punishment until the end of his life.”

There is enough magic in this cottage for me to rid you of that fucking mark. ‘Eros, NO’ She screamed at him, but he was beyond listening. his hand went around her throat, squeezing it; his eyes dark with lust, ‘Stop calling me fucking Eros, I am Cupid, his twin.’ Tegan froze beneath him, ‘Tw, twin? Eros has a twin?’ Cupid growled, his eyes glowing gold, ‘Yes we are twins now spread your fucking legs hybrid, I am going to take you and Eros will be here soon then he will take you. When we make you ours, we will both mark you, and there is nothing Killian can do; he has no idea where you are.’

“What is Cupid's arrow? “ I asked him, stretching myself out. I’d still felt like a Mack truck hit me, my lycan was healing my sore body, but I’d not fully recovered yet. The doctor handed me a bottle of water as he began to speak. I opened the bottle and took a drink. The cool liquid slid down my throat as I took another drink. “Cupid's arrow is an aphrodisiac. It comes in a form of dust that is sprinkled into either a drink or food. It is only used by mates who are trying to conceive." He said, his gray eyebrow forking at me. I spit my water out, covering the doctor in the water I was choking on. Coughing I sat straight up tapping my chest to help clear it. I cleared my throat, “Im sorry w

I said. “I am not,” he chuckled. “I am dead anyway, but you are so full of life, so beautiful. I don't know why they all see you as fragile… “ he paused as I pushed myself back from him. “In a way, you are fragile and I think that's what makes you really alluring,” he drew my wheelchair towards himself and ran his hands along my thighs.