For Love Of The Game Novel 소설 & 이야기

“How?” “You’re reading a book with a love triangle and the female lead ends up with the one you hate, yeah?” Without waiting for her to talk, he said, “Now you love the other guy. You can’t stop thinking of him. You find out there’s a game based on this book. Not just that, it allows you to choose your lover. Come on. That’s brilliant.” “Maybe.” Her stance relaxed, but she didn’t smile. “But it’s expensive, and it could flop.”

When Leon falls in love again, things get this complicated. Meanwhile, Claire ran onto the deck of the ship. She then leaned on the edge of the wood and faced the ocean. For some reason, Claire was unhappy when she heard Leon say love. Either the moment wasn't quite right, or because Claire didn't really believe those words. Plus, she still couldn't digest the facts she had just accepted. Leon is the creator of this game and he deliberately goes into the game to hide; a fact that was very difficult for Claire to accept. That meant Leon had been lying to her all this time.

Silvia asked G as a relationship was never in her book while G took a sip. "No." "Why not?" "I don't go against my words." He calmly told her while Silvia sighed. "I don't love you." "What is your definition of love?" G questioned Silvia who looked at him a MD thought for a second. "I don't have any definition for love. Love is just love for me. If I fell in love with anyone than I will be in love. But if I don't than I am not going to lie about it." "That's great. Now I know what I need to do."

Kai took another dangerous step forward, his voice dropping to a low, threatening growl. "This isn't a game, Asher. She's off limits. You know that." Asher's smirk only grew, slow and cocky, the kind of grin that probably scored him goals and girls off the ice. He didn't remove his arm from my shoulder. Instead, he drew me closer with a smooth tug, his strong hand sliding down to rest at the small of my back, fingers pressing lightly against my skin in a touch that felt both protective and deliciously possessive.

I finally looked at him and narrowed my eyes. "The game was to see the winner, there isn't any reward in the first place." I said casually. I put my file down and continued with a faint smirk which held no meaning anymore. "And my revenge won." It gave me only sorrow. Lucien smirked back and raised an eyebrow playfully and said, "Even if that turned you oblivious of your love?" "What nonsense.." I laughed off. "So you don't feel anything for her?" She is my everything. "She is your girlfriend, why would I even think about her?" I shrugged.

Gianna shifted the thin strap of her panties to the side, her fingers brushing against Bernard's hard dick. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling the hardness, the heat, the way the veins popped along its length. God, she loved this. Loved the weight of it in her hand, the way it throbbed under her touch. She felt the sticky liquid at the tip and smiled. He wanted this just as much as she did. For a moment, she had the thought to lick it, to take him in her mouth and make him lose his mind. But the way her pussy throbbed, aching and wet, she couldn't wait. She needed to feel him inside her. That very second.

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…"

SAMA ARTHUR'S side stings, but it's nothing compared to the strain of mating her. He'd endure a hundred bullets if it would let him take her where she lies now, spread out and open under him with her battered cunt glistening wet. She took his declaration of love more willingly than he anticipated; he still anticipates that she will run from horror. But his girl always surprises him. And what delicious surprise it was hearing her beg to be fucked. It's something that entered his mind the first night that he saw her working. Her sexiness, her cologne, and the fucking look she gave him were enough for his dick to become hard with the thought of fucking her. And now she's here, underneath him, h

I finally cummed with his name on my lips, and he followed moments after, spilling into me with a curse and a groan that echoed across the water. When it was over, he wrapped me in the robe and held me against his chest, breath still heavy. “Tell me,” he said softly, lips brushing my temple. “What game are you really playing, Lovia Diaz?” I smiled. “Wouldn’t you love to know.” He smiled too licking my lower lips. He then uttered against my lips. “You're kinda addictive…Do you have a boyfriend? I chuckled and rolled my eyes before responding. “Do I look like I have one?“ I asked.