Novel & Cerita Heartthrob Games

"I doubt it. I can easily make you fall for me and just as easily break your heart." "Wanna bet?" Cleo asked, her eyes twinkling. "I'm listening." "Let's see... Whoever falls in love with the other before the hotel is completed has to admit it publicly on live TV and quit playing and their favorite hobby for a...year. Deal?" "Deal!... Get ready to be played Miss Reynolds." "On the contrary, you're about to be played, Mr. Simmons. Played real good." She said shaking my hand. I smiled. Let the games... BEGIN! T B C

My heart was in my throat. As the music played in the background, Sasha stepped onto the stage in a white dress, playing the violin. The crowd erupted in cheers. My nerves got the best of me. Surely, Sasha wasn’t going to go for it. Before I could rise to my feet, Jorja grabbed my hands. “Don’t go. We need to face this head-on. “Think about it. If Luke dumps you right after making things official with you, he can kiss his reputation goodbye.”

“This game is still yours, even if they think it’s theirs.” The tablet pinged: “Breaking: Mercer returns? Snuggly photo in the shadow of World Circuit—what does it mean?” Below, comments, flashing reactions, gifs, fragments rising like a tide. Aria’s phone buzzed too—messages from her sister, two teammates, an unknown number: “Miss, live interview tomorrow morning?”

“Somewhere in her heart, Marissa still yearned for her parents’ love, so she gave them another chance and agreed to date Rob. It was another set-up to combine two alliances, but they didn’t know that Rob was the son of the couple who Marissa’s parents bamboozled. So, as revenge, Rob tried to woo her and, for the sake of his parents and she decided to give him a chance but she was exhausted to be played as a puppet in hands of her parents and Rob and decided to break thing off with him. But Rob had other thing in his mind and made a perfect plan to fulfill his plan. He kidnapped Marissa and asked her parents to repay everything to him and change the company’s ownership to his or his father’s

I had learnt something else, something which had changed my mindset. From all my observations in the past month, I had figured out that Hate was way more stronger than Love. Love was nothing but fantasy, something read in storybooks and viewed in movies. It was something mistaken by others as real and true, while it was truly nothing but mere lust compounded with desire and sexual need. Something which our body hormones toy with us.

Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. OTHER WORKS: 1. THE BADBOY TRILOGY BOOK ONE: HOW TO DESTROY A BADBOY BOOK TWO: THE EMANCIPATION OF A BADBOY BOOK THREE: A RHAPSODY FOR THE PLAYBOY 2. DANCING IN HIS STORM 3. THE WOLFING OF ROGER WILLIS ARC 1: THE WOLFING OF ROGER WILLIS ARC 2: THE UNWOLFING OF ROGER WILLIS ARC 3: UPCOMING

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

The Iron War has simmered on for as long as I can remember, flaring up every so often for a few weeks of brutal fighting before settling down to months, even years, of empty threats and espionage. Thanks to a ludicrous defence contract, Axion Industries is now the dominant military force in America. Their control extends across most of the Americas, as well as half of Europe and one-fifth of Russia. Britain and Korea both entered the war about a year ago, developing unique mechs and choosing their allegiances. Like the knights of old, Britain's Crusader and Excalibur mechs carry shields and pack a massive punch. The British forces fight tentatively for the American cause, but defectors are c

I boasted quite a following, mainly consisting of girls. Being handsome had its perks, yet it also came with its share of challenges. Dealing with persistent admirers like the girl I encountered at work today could be a hassle. Nevertheless, I remained committed to maintaining my self-respect and avoided getting caught up in any romantic entanglements at the moment. Logging out of I*******m, I fetched my headphones from the shelf and immersed myself in the song "Zero" by Chris Brown. As I perused my photo gallery, my ex-girlfriend Ivy's picture caught my eye.

The journey to motherhood, it seems, is starting sooner than planned. STEFANO The dank air of the torture chamber presses heavily against my skin as I rain blow after punishing blow on the fool who dared to cross my family. Blood splatters across my knuckles, my breathing ragged with exertion and barely contained rage. How dare this worm think he could challenge our power and walk away unscathed? Just as I'm about to deliver another bone-crushing strike, the door bursts open, revealing my brother's ashen face. My heart seizes in my chest. Thomas has my phone. The only reason he would interrupt me now.