I Love Game Novels & Stories

LILY’S POV After what had just happened, I was shaking, my legs were weak, and I was wet. I felt bad that I had let it get this far again. The game—his game—had started again. The one he used to play with me years ago. I swore I would never fall in love with that person again. Ten games. Ten twisted games he loved to play. They came rushing back into my mind like a dark shadow I couldn’t shake. These are the ten games: