Novel & Cerita For The Love Of The Game Novel

“But it isn’t. It’s not chaining me down, locking me up, or killing people in my name. Love is freedom, Montez. And if you loved me the way you say you do, you’d let me breathe.” His right hand suddenly left the wheel and caught her chin, forcing her to look at him. His eyes burned with something fierce, something unrelenting. “Don’t ever doubt my love for you. I would burn the world to keep you safe. Do you understand me?” Her tears spilled over as she pushed his hand away. “That’s the problem. I don’t want you to burn the world. I want you to live in it—with me. Not destroy it piece by piece until there’s nothing left but ashes and blood.”

“You know something, don’t you—?” “All I can say is stay out of it, man. It's a lover's quarrel. Don't put yourself in a mess.” Crack. “Who’s there?” My eyes shut tightly, cursing sharp stones silently as I tiptoe around the board. My escape is narrow and swift, just in time to hear the next round of gunshots go off. My feet overtake each other as the ground moves quickly below. Finding the restroom, I rush into the first stall I see.

I asked, vexed. "In the game called love, one ought to know his opponent and luckily, mine wasn't worth it"

How could my light decide to leave me in the dark? "I, Alpha Jared of the Jade Pack, reject you as my mate!" His words felt like thousands of nails being pierced into my heart. How could I be so unfortunate? I looked at him as he waited for me to do the same and set him free from our bond. I got up on my feet and said, "I hate you!"

I answered. And together, we threw down our drinks… our hard gaze fixed on each other. Now… the game between my father and I has officially began. So who will win Zevara over? Me or him? I have her love. He had her body. Let's see which feelings will win. Love or lust?

“Oh, I’m exactly what you expected. You just hoped I wasn’t.” Her hands clenched. “Dominic will kill you.” Victor leaned closer. “Eventually,” he agreed. “But not before I finish the game.” “What game?” His smile sharpened. “The one where I take everything he loves.” Her heart skipped. “You already tried that.” “Not yet.” His eyes gleamed dangerously. “You’re only the first piece.” Her blood froze. “Piece?” Victor stepped closer. “So tell me,” he murmured softly, “how much does he love you?”

“She’s mine, Shade! My privilege to touch her — even when I feel like being with someone else! Whatever the contract says, she won’t get to cheat. She definitely can’t file for divorce because of the kids, so she’ll be mine for as long as I need her!” At that, nausea rolled through me. The situation — and the tone he used — made me feel more hurt than ever before. They fell silent, but I didn’t need any more words. I had already heard far too much. Covering my mouth with my hand, I turned toward the bedroom, trying not to burst into sobs. Every step echoed with soul-deep pain, and my heart felt like it was tearing apart. So that’s the kind of game we’re playing. In love, is he? Oh, of course

For the dozens of people whose names she never learned but whose screams she’d heard in the dark. Her love for Corvin, who had been built to be a weapon and kept choosing to be a person instead. Love had made her pick up a pen when she knew it would hurt. Made her invite the voices of dead authors into the fight. Made her write *NO NEW GAME* even when the cost might have been her own life. Love had helped her build something better in the ashes of something monstrous. It wasn’t safe. It wasn’t simple. It never would be. There would always be friction, misunderstandings, nights when she stared at the ceiling, and wondered if she was doing any of this right.

His thumb grazed my lower lip, slow, teasing, tracing the shape like he was memorizing it. “You know,” he said darkly, voice dropping deeper, “from the moment we started this game, I already knew how it would end. I win. Always.” I swallowed hard. “You’re cocky.” “No,” he breathed, “I’m certain. I will mark you, Sunshine. I will have you, and hell I will knock you up. And I swear, you’ll love every second of it.” A shiver climbed down my spine, and still, I refused to look away.

"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."