Novel & Cerita For The Love Of The Game Novel

"There's no easy way for me to say this, and I understand by proceeding that I might damage the relationship that we have, but I have to get this off my chest. I'm...in love with you." My mouth dropped in distress. "I know it's weird, and I don't know where these feelings are coming from. I've had them since I became a teenager." I began to laugh. "Oh, I get it. You're telling me this now so that I can cancel the Luna Games. Whew, you and your mother are two crafty ladies, I'll give you that." "What?" Alexus asked with tears in her eyes. "I'm not trying to trick you. I'm being honest. I'm in love with you, but I wouldn't be opposed if you did cancel the games."

"Just repeat the damn words. " "Just accept you heard them, or let's pretend I never said that. " I counter and several heartbeats pass before he heaves a sigh and shakes his head, "You just have to be fúcking difficult always. " "Isn't that why you're obsessed? You love the game. " I call him out, looking down to the hands that are pressed to his chest and lowering down to his stomach before raising my head to meet his gaze, and brown eyes stare deep into mine, threatening to unravel every shield that encompasses my soul as he says, "That's right. I love the game. " I feel his hand move from my middle to my ass, giving the flesh a hard squeeze and I suck in a harsh breath at the sensation t

Love is a game– not the inside or interior kind like: chess, checkers or minesweeper, no, it's the exterior, outdoorsy one like: football, soccer, and tennis. It is also like a door. You never know what you're getting into as you open the door, you never know what's on the other side. That's what love is.

She had tried to bury her feelings for James, but they always seemed to resurface whenever she was around him. "Is something wrong, Lily?" James asked, sensing her discomfort. Lily took a deep breath and decided to be honest. "James, there's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice shaking. "I've been in love with you for a long time." James looked at her in shock. "What?" he said, clearly taken aback. "I know it's wrong," Lily continued, "and I've tried to fight it, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm sorry."

“Miss don't take the game seriously. Oops, “Sean was able to avoid my first throw. He and Luis did a high five. I was exhausted from the previous game so my throws missed. Nobody has been eliminated yet. “Mind if I join the game?” A voice asked. When I heard that, I almost squeezed the ball flat. “Hi, Chels!” Luis smiled. “Yeah, you can join us.” NO!!!!!!!!!!! Damn it! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

A wounded, almost childish devastation crossed his face. "Ingrid, you said you would never leave me. You lied. You tricked me. You said that even if everyone loved Charles, it didn't matter, because you would love me. You said your love for me alone was more than all of theirs combined. You said you would only ever love me. Have you forgotten, Ingrid?" Tears streamed down his cheeks, and his eyes reddened. But I simply looked at him quietly. I hadn't forgotten about that. In my past life, I had meant every word.

The game was far from over. They had the child, for now. They had a marriage license. They had a moment’s respite. But I had the deeper resources. I had patience. And I had just been personally, profoundly insulted. The sun was fully up now, bathing the room in a light that felt too bright, too revealing. I did not flinch from it. Let them have their morning of victory. Let them cling to each other and their fragile, paper-thin safety. Love was a flame. It needed oxygen, fuel, a hearth to burn in. I was about to cut off the oxygen, seize the fuel, and demolish the hearth.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

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.