For The Love Of The Game Novel Novels & Stories

And no level of love could ever salvage such wickedness. I love love, and I love the concept of love—because it’s a beautiful emotion. But sometimes, love has to be shut off to get things done. There was no way I’d let Ginevra go through so much in her life for this one mission to wipe out the Sanchez’s only for her to change her mind because of love. Never! First, the love was shitty. Second, she had come a long way for something like love to deter her. When I first completed this book, both Ginevra and Ricardo had died. But I chose to give Ginevra another chance at life because I felt like she didn’t live enough.

he cheesily said, kaya naman narinig niyang natawa si Prim sa kabilang linya. “I miss you too! I’lll call you back, tatapusin ko lang ‘to, then I’ll head home.” Sabi ni Prim bago patayin ang tawag after their exchange of I love yous. The weight of concealment tugs at Ian's heart, straining the natural ease of connection, and creates an invisible wall between him and the woman he loves. The longing to share, to unburden your soul and lay bare your truth, clashes with the fear of potential consequences, leaving him trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Two of my colleagues are in the brochure, and their hands are rough on my arms and shoulders. “Are those screenshots real?” My mate from school asks, pushing a folded brochure against my chest. “Why would you drag us into this?” another growls. “What the hell were you thinking?” Someone jerks my jacket. Someone else swears in my face. All of it blurs together. Words. Movements. Heat. But none of it matters. Through the chaos, one thought settles deep in my chest and refuses to leave. I just lost the best thing that ever happened to me. I loved her. I really did. But I also loved the lies. The attention. The women. The game. And now, the only woman who ever loved me completely is walking away

tone sends shivers down her spine as she unfolds the paper. "No," she gasps. "Not again." It's the same ad as last time. The price on her head has been doubled. She knows why her father wants her. She is valuable to him, but not in the same way that most daughters are valuable to their fathers. Again, she tears the paper into strips, letting them fall on the floor around her. "I want him gone," she grits out between clenched teeth, letting the truth emerge that has eaten away at her for all these years. "Done." He says it so casually that she stares up at him, confused. "What?" "Give the word, and he's dead." "I…" Her voice trails off. But this is the only way to stop this madness. "He has

The world seemed to vanish with every kiss, every touch, every ragged sigh we shared. “My wife,” Gabriel breathed against my mouth. “My husband,” I whispered back, smiling through the tears in my eyes. What started as a game of revenge became a forbidden love I thought we could never have. But love didn’t just conquer, It healed us. And now, it’s ours forever. “And so, Gabriel and Clairessa’s love forever blossoms” ―――― The End 💕 Author’s Note To my amazing readers, From the bottom of my heart, thank you. 💖

She cooled beneath him, her body still tingling from the aftershocks, while he kissed her neck tenderly, savoring the moment. “I love you so much” he murmured, running his hand through her hair and down her back. She said nothing, eyes closed, resting in silence. Inside, her thoughts spiraled. What kind of game was she really playing? What mask was she wearing? She felt overwhelmed by a swirl of emotions; pleasure, guilt, uncertainty. Was she truly pretending? She loved him, didn’t she? Yes, she did. And she enjoyed every moment with him. But was she also using him? Yes… yes, she was.

Every time. I jinx them. Every single person I have ever loved has gotten hurt one way or another. Most of them are dead, and now… “I understand now. This is all a game to you. You challenged yourself, right? You’d prove I’m gay. Well, you did. Big win. Let’s put an end to this now. I’m tired of the hopes… The games… Let me go. I’ll find a way to pay you back for everything, but please. Just let me go. I can’t… I can’t play these games. Not anymore. “

Kate's POV I looked up at him. “Why… why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He shrugged. “I thought you’d want to see it for yourself.” My chest was burning. “And you’re okay with this? With them calling you—” “A cripple?” he cut in, voice flat. I shut my mouth. He reached for his tea again. “I’ve been called worse.” I dropped the phone face down on the table. I didn’t know what was worse, being dragged through the mud by strangers or getting married to a man whose family is filled with murderers.

I say, “I hope this isn’t about Mario” he says, “actually it is” I pause letting out a sign, “I don’t want to marry him because am in love with someone” I say and watch his face, “love, you know how we live, you don’t have to marry him because of love but because of duty” he says, “I know but please let me continue… Benji and I are in love” I tell him, Dad looks at me confused, “what?!” he exclaims,

he said then why am I regretting this. One game was enough for him to ruin my world, to ruin me, cause slowly and slowly he made me addicted to him. My body lost its control and shamelessly got tangled up with his, But one thing that I brutally wanted to lose was still inside me and because of that I still have time to save myself. My body was shaking, my hands were trembling when I saw the man in front of me. He was not the man I fell in love with. Fingers covered in blood, forehead creased like a satan as he makes his moves towards me, "Sweetheart you shouldn't be here" The voice that once thumped my heart gave me chills as I slowly take a step back from him.