A Game Called Love Novels & Stories

“What? Is there more?” Vincenzo stepped closer, crowding my space, heat rolling off him. “We’ve got one last thing, princess. A game.” My brows lifted. Curiosity—and something hotter—sparked. “Okay… what kind of game?” Valentino’s fingers brushed my hip through the shift—light, electric. “It’s called Catch the Rabbit.” Lorenzo leaned in, breath hot against my ear.

“Let’s talk about what’s going to happen before, during and after the game. As usual, y’all be staying on a hotel for a night then tomorrow you will be shown to the public, broadcasted by our top news channel and on the next day, you will enter the Micro Society.” I suddenly took a deep breath when my heart beat became faster. I blinked three times and I clenched my fist in order to calm myself. “During the game, you will play along to the only one rule. If you fall in love first or both, you would receive repulsion. If you manage to stay out of love, you will have the choice to pick your reward.”

My name is Kyla Adams, and this is my story of how I met my boyfriend through a series of mini-dates that took place in the elevator on the way up to my office. The game was sort of a mix of already existing dating shows. Think "The Bachelor" mixed with "Love is Blind" mixed with speed dating. That's right- the game is called "eleDATE," and it isn't a reality show. It's my real experience that I documented immediately after every "date." Buckle in, and see if you can guess which "bachelor" stole my heart. ********** I stole a glance at the vibrant purple clock sitting on my desk. "4:00," it read.

“Sounds like something Mum would say.” “Hey, Zara. I know it may seem like love isn’t meant for you, but give it time. Try to give Damien a chance.” “It’s not that easy, Mandy. I still love Jason,” I said, feeling the ache in my chest. “I know. No one said it was easy. But when love comes calling, you might want to answer…” She might be right, but can I? I feel like I’ve built a wall, and the phone call love might use to reach me has been cut. ⸻

The location of the game is in the building opposite the company. Raymond also wants to participate, but the rules of the game are: the participants must be a couple, a man and a woman, they are not required to love each other.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

"Why don't you join Conrad and me? We were about to play a little game." Liam and I exchanged glances. "What game?" he asked. "It's just a harmless little game. It'll be fun," Toralei reassured. "We already have plans," I countered. Toralei frowned. "It's just a game, Jenna. It'll be over soon, and then you can continue with your plans. Besides, it's just the four of us. Unless you're scared, Jenna." "No, I'm not." "Then let's do it."

Really disgusting! The camera rolled away from them and focused on other people. The commentators announced that it was time for the spectators' games. For this evening, we would be entertained by the game called Love match. I wasn't particularly interested in seeing two goofy people getting all loved up but it was better than the prison yard I was going back to. As the announcement continued on the big speakers, Mr Patrick walked in with a small box in his hand. "Here, I got you this", he said, smiling sheepishly.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.

Then I asked slowly, “Hey are you married?” He raised an eyebrow asking me to continue, so I did, "I'm Sienna, nice to meet you. I'm Sienna, officially left with nothing, I just left everything now. Plus you look like you are in need of cash, I have talent and a job to make money, I just need a marriage certificate. Meetings like this are rare, especially for someone like me, and you look like someone who would give a heartache to my Uncle, which is exactly what I'm planning right now.