Quotes Cupid Novelas e Histórias

"What are you laughing at? Haven't you seen a romantic gesture before?" "No, I haven't," Marcus replied sincerely. William criticized him with a stern face, "You're no longer young and it's time for you to date someone. Having a partner would be much better than dying alone as an old bachelor." Marcus sat down with a smile on his face, "Mr. Howard, are you going to be my cupid?" "You have to be interested in your partner even if I were to introduce someone to you, right?" "Mr. Howard, I have no objection as long as you see fit."

"What? Are you sure that's the right thing to do?!" "I'm a guy—trust me on this." "Okay... I guess I will," I turn toward the cash registers and notice that Jake is standing there. He was already paid for his stuff but came back for me, and now, he is glaring at Cupid. "Oh, your man is back, so I should get moving." "Thank you again... err... what is your name?" He turns around, smirking. "Maddox Daniels," he winks at me again, grinning. "If you need more relationship advice, just look up my number. I'm down for helping other idiots in love. My wife is used to it."

I was left in awe as I noticed the door open, it was Cullian, and in his hand was champagne and two glass cups. “For you My love, he opened up the bottle of champagne, gave me one of the glass cups he held, he poured in the wine for me, and poured in his too. “Cheers to a long lasting marriage, and cheers to more prosperity and wealth, and cheers to loving you forever,” we both lifted our cup to the air. “Cheers,” we both said in unison as we gently slammed our glass cups together. And he bent to kiss my lips.

"Oh, these are your orders. It can't be a loan because what was said was cash on delivery. Take your orders from the table: Corpuz, Saranillo, Hernandez..." Those who ordered approached me one by one and handed me the payment. I smiled at them and accepted the money. It's good and they have break time so it doesn't seem like I'm disturbing them. "I'm really addicted to your cupcakes, Miss Qotorie," Jane commented and gave a thumbs up. "I will order again when I have a salary. I will give it to my family." I was a little worried because the table was messed up. I went there and arranged the cartoons. They are not the same size yet and it depends on what kind of cupcake they are ordering.

Sharon frowned and said, “It isn’t a good idea for you to keep hiding here, but you need to think about where you’re headed before you leave. It’d be troublesome for you if you get caught by him this time.” “I understand.” Quincy’s eyes gleamed darkly. It seemed like she had already thought about what to do. Sharon looked at the weak and frail woman in front of her. She had gone through so many hardships at such a young age. It was heartbreaking. “That’s right. I need to trouble you with something else,” Quincy said. “Tell me. I’ll help you as long as it’s within my abilities.” Quincy looked her straight in the eye and said intently, “I heard that Claude has excellent marksmanship. I want hi

he asked curiously. Cupid smiled "That is me, but you can call me Cupid" he answered, Ricky balked "Cupid? Like THE cupid? Where is your bow and arrow? Where are your wings?" Shotgunning questions. He still did not believe his own eyes. Cupid smirked "I dont use the bow and arrow any more, come on man, that is sooooo fifteen hundreds. Now I use the chat services! and I cant just walk around with my wings out now can I? come on that would raise way too many questions. Anything else?"

A moment later, the door opened and Knuckles walked out in his jeans. His monster tattoo was positioned so that she peeked out of his jeans. “She’s in the shower.” Knuckles said as he grabbed his shirt off the couch. “Well come on.” Lollipop smiled at him. “I’ve got to get a Quaich.” “What the hell is a Quaich?” Werewolf demanded. “A silver cup used by the bride and groom to seal their vows with whiskey.” Knuckles explained stepping into his boots. “How the hell…” “When you live with a woman who can get lost in a book, you pick up reading.” Knuckles admitted as the water turned off.

June looked up to met Cupid's eyes, "But you just said—" Cupid shrugged, "All the June Wengs are from different world, but they are all connected to you." June frowned. "How?" Cupid smiled. "They are all you." The information the four words carried made June's mind go blank as he stared at Cupid with a blank look. "I-I am sorry," June finally said, shaking his head with a little laugh, "What do you mean they are all me?" "Do you know of The Fates?" Cupid asked, "They are a very important branch of Hades Inc."

“This looks like… cupid?” “Silly,” she scolded him. “Hurry up or we’ll be late. Of course, I’m Cupid. Or love. I prefer to think of myself as love. Love was behind Romeo and Juliet’s meeting, and I was the reason you and your knave met, so I thought it was appropriate.” “Of course, it’s appropriate,” he replied indulgently. “Oh you,” she gave him a shove. “Come on, we’re running late.”

Before I could say anything, before I could let out something more intelligible than the series of moans escaping my lips, she closed the door. She was gone. __________ Part Two For the most part, the phrase 'shot by Cupid's arrow' carried positive connotations. It was used to describe someone who'd fallen in love. But there was a reason why Cupid was seen as a trickster among the pantheon of Roman gods... In his quiver, he didn't just carry golden arrows that caused love but also leaden ones that 'drove desire away.' Which was why I'd always found it strange that the cherubic winged-god was seen as a universal symbol for Valentine's day.