Can't Buy Me Love Game Novels & Stories

Strong enough to become better, healthier, wiser, independent and stoner to love. Yes, a stone to love. I was never going to fall for the sick game called love. I was going to play my way heartlessly this time. So much so that not even my mate could sway me the other way. Now you wait and watch, folks. Now you wait and watch ....

I said coldly, yanking my hand away. His eyes darkened for a brief moment, but then he sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I’m not asking for much,” he continued. “Just give me a chance. Be mine, Callie. That’s all I want. I’ll make you happy. I’ll give you everything you could ever dream of.” “You can’t buy my love,” I snapped, my voice trembling.

I could show you incredible things Magic, madness, heaven, sin Saw you there and I thought oh my god Look at that face, you look like my next mistake I smiled at the lyrics as I sang it, and continued singing along.."Love's a game, wanna play ...." New money, suit and tie I can read you like a magazine Ain't it funny rumors fly And I know you heard about me So hey, let's be friends I'm dying to see how this one ends Grab your passport and my hand I could make the bad guys good for a weekend ......

The virtual avatar on the screen was still there. "Can love be pawned?" I asked, my voice filled with doubt. "Pawn your love, and receive what you need," the virtual avatar quickly replied. "Here, you can trade in your heavy, painful, or unresolvable love for everything you need, including beauty, health, and success." "But love should be mutual," I hesitated before continuing, "My love... it may already be gone." The virtual avatar responded, "Don’t worry, miss. This pawnshop accepts one-sided love too."

I feel her freeze and I'm worried I've hurt her. "What's wrong? Where do you hurt?" I ask in a panic, taking a step back to look her over. She closes her legs and slips off the desk quietly and starts retrieving her clothes. "Talk to me," I plead. She quickly dresses and I throw my pants on so that I'm not naked for whatever is coming next. She finally looks up at me and says, "You can't love me." "It's impossible not to love you," I say, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

I stood by the bed and looked down at her condescendingly. "You came…" she whispered and smiled, showing a few of her missing teeth. "I thought… you wouldn't come…" "What did you want to say?" I asked. "I-I'm sorry…" she gasped and struggled to force each word out of her lips. "I know that… I made a mistake… The game… was wrong… from the start… "I was just… too arrogant… to think… you'd never leave me… I love you… Nol… I've always… loved you…"

Kirsten's inner voice spoke up again when she noticed my reddening eyes. [You're upset, aren't you, honey? You still care about me, don't you? Just admit that you were wrong, and say that you only meant it as a joke earlier, and I'll immediately fill your entire rack with more shoes than you can ever wear! I'll buy one pair in every style for you!] I listened numbly to her inner voice and felt nothing stirring in my heart anymore. She could buy as many pairs as she wanted for me after this, but nothing could ever compare to the first pair. My feelings for her had already burned out, just like the last of the embers in the fireplace, with only ashes left behind.

“Yes.” “That’s insane!” Mira leaned closer. “You trust me?” “No.” “Good. That means you’re learning.” She shoved all her points forward. Noah nearly fainted. “ARE YOU CRAZY?!” She looked bored. “Probably.” He stared at his own points. Then slowly pushed them forward too. “I hate this.” Mira smirked. “I know.” The roulette wheel began spinning. Then suddenly— stopped on BLOOD LOSS. Noah blinked. “What does that mean?”

"Our resident ice queen is a gold-star innocent? Now, that's surprising." Margaux didn't even blink. "Unlike you, I have high standards." "Alright, enough of this," Vincent, the VP, announced as he stood up. He grabbed an empty beer bottle from the floor and cleared a space on the low coffee table. "Never Have I Ever is for middle schoolers. Let's play Spin the Bottle, but with a real twist."

Serena point of View: I laugh. it's the wrong reaction - I know that. But it escapes before I can stop it, dry and bitter and sharp enough to slice through the silence between us. "Financee?" I echo. " That's your game? You spend a quarter million on a hostage and call it romance?" he doesn't blink. Doesn't Flinch. Doesn't smile. "I didn't buy you for romance." "The what the hell-" "I bought you because I need you"