Quotes Cupid Novels & Stories

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

Just at that moment the door opened and a maid walked in with bottles of liquor in a basket. “Here's your drink sir.” she said in a clean Arabic accent. “You can keep it down and please can you help me take out the empty ones?” “Sure.” “Thank you.” I said and flashed her a wide smile. I waited for her to leave before returning my gaze back to Zayn. “What do you think you're doing Zayn?” He chuckled. “Drinking of course pumpkin.” I stretched my hands out pointing at the basket. “That's the second basket, are you on a suicide mission?”

” The words slipped out before I could stop them. Her expression dropped. “What did you just say?” “You heard me. Your body looks like uneven plastic. That hip dip? Baby, that’s nowhere near a BBL. Honestly, I think Natasha has serious beef with you, because why the hell do you look like.. ” She cut me off before I could finish my sentence. “Who gave you the audacity to talk to me in such manner?” she barked. I smirked. “It’s giving melted plastic.” “Cupid , my dear, you literally can’t do anything worse than sending me to a 24-hour sex marathon or signing me up for a world record—‘woman who fucked 20 men in 3 hours.’ Go ahead,” I purred, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Fortunately, money makes things move as fast as you need them to. My assistant, Cupid, was in my office that night, making arrangements. After his thirty days were up at the Cortez casino, he came back to the ‘den of sin’ as he liked to call the Snake Eyes. He said he enjoyed working for the brothers, but preferred the debauchery of the Snake Eyes. I can’t say I blame him. I do as well.

Praying was a once in a while thing like everyday but not every hour like l was doing today. What IF they give a preposition that says no baby , no girlfriend with baby maybe we can work it out. And that will be his only chance to actually play in the NFL l mean l know l am one in a kind but there's someone who's more perfect than me. And if he believes he will meet her then dear Mary my life has been ruined. "Kira." I am brought back to reality by El shaking me. Looking at my surrounding, l was in the cafeteria and how the hell did l even reach there, and to my left Chris wasn't there his usual seat.

In the blink of an eye, I was in the presence of Cupid and grasped his wings so that he could not escape. "A-forgive me!" he screamed in panic. This sucks. "Hey, tell me where you used to meet handsome men!" Instead of answering my question, the damn Cupid gawked at me with a puzzled look. "Hey!" I exclaimed, annoyed. The Cupid immediately stammered and pointed to a skyscraper that looked very conspicuous, not far from our place. "D-there!"Cupid exclaimed nervously. "What place is that?" "The biggest entertainment agency building on Earth. There is where handsome men, and beautiful women gather!"

Then again, what Cora knew about computers was pretty much how to turn them on, check her email and write reports. On the other hand, her roommate Marla had been trying to fix her up lately. Maybe this was Marla's idea of a pre-Valentine's practical joke. Cora sighed. Good lord, was she going to have to go through this kind of crap for the next week until the fourteenth? She definitely needed more coffee. "From: Compu-Cupid To: Corazon Lopez Welcome to Compu-Cupid, home of the perfect match. Eros' arrows always aim true. Based on your profile, Eros himself has selected your ideal mate. Expect him to get in touch within the next twenty-four hours. Thank you for choosing Compu-Cupid."

Sophia Jamie’s already halfway through a croissant when I slide into the booth at our usual spot. A cozy little café on Lafayette with mismatched chairs and excellent lattes. He looks up, eyes absolutely sparkling with the kind of manic energy that usually means trouble. “There she is! Platinum’s newest Cinderella. Give me everything. Was there a glass slipper? Or just a ridiculously hot billionaire trying to wife you up?” I blink at him, still mentally untangling myself from Marcus's office and the way his voice gets all low and careful when he's trying not to say what he's thinking.

During down time Quinn visits a few clubs under his jurisdiction. Cheking out the goods and even the woman themselves. He surely takes after his father's charisma. Not that he would like to protest against it but he thinks he was better. While he was spreading his arms on a white couch enjoying the flickering strobe lights in blue and purple. He almost choke on the champagne he was sipping when one hot woman strut to step in between his legs. Her pointy red stilletos almost poked his crotch.

As she compared the two photos, she found that the single man was certainly him! The red heart-shaped logo on the top right corner of the website was very ere catching, and the advertising slogan appeared on the screen again and again as the song ‘Wedding March' was being played. The slogan read,“ welcome to CupidEffect dating website, where you can choose from thousands of eligible bachelor and bachelorettes”. Seeing this, Audrey exclaimed “Mommy's boss is also anxious to find a bride!! Her exclamation attracted the attention of bother Chloe and Claire, who were busy in the kitchen. That they ran out to left up with her.