Love Is A Gamble Ed Hardy Novels & Stories

"You're just trying to get off easy. Love isn't about bailing when it gets hard—it's about sticking together through it." Hayden's fingers brushed my cheek, warm and steady. "I'd give up the whole world before I'd lose you." It wasn't like him to say things so bluntly, and that one line hit me square in the heart. A wave of emotions rolled over me—the time we'd spent apart, my anger, the harsh things I'd said, the way I'd tried to hurt him. I'd even let myself get close to someone else, just to make him jealous. Thinking about it now, he must've been wrecked.

I can still allow her to leave, maybe give this as her final warning. Taking out my phone, I call some people in to take her to a hospital. Most likely she would survive. It is a disgrace to me because I've never shot someone and they remained alive when I intended to kill, and just now I really intended to kill her. But if I wanted to, then why didn't I shoot her in the head where there was no protection? I think to myself in wonder. The words I spoke to her last, that I loved her, suddenly sound true, but I shake my head. Is it even possible for someone like me to love another person? I tell myself that there's compensation aa I take her phone from her pocket before she wakes up. Before sh

"Did you just say 'love'?" Hardin's throat bobs as he gulps. "Yes, I do." I can’t help the humorless laugh that rips out of my throat. "You love her and yet you keep lying to her. Does she know about the little baby mama of yours you knocked up? Does she know that your family is keeping Harriet a secret? Does she know that Harriet might be your wife soon if she has a male and a female child? Don't fucking talk about love when all you've ever done is lie to the girl."

"It's too elaborate to be fake. Too consistent to be lies. Too painful to be manipulation. You're suffering. Really suffering. Daily. And you keep choosing us anyway. Keep loving us anyway. Keep fighting anyway. That's not manipulation. That's devotion. That's love. That's real." The others agree. All four. Choosing me. Again. Believing. Again. Loving. Again. Until midnight. Again. When they forget. Again. And tomorrow. Tomorrow we gamble. Again. Will the bond be enough. Again. Will they choose me. Again. Will I win. Again. Or finally lose. That night, Kai holds me. "How do you do this? Every day? Every gamble? Every fight? How do you survive the uncertainty? The fear? The daily almost losin

Without realizing it, admiration had taken root in her heart—slow, quiet, and dangerous. At first, she denied it. Then she resisted it. But love had a way of growing even when it wasn’t invited. She knew it was foolish. Bianca had said it countless times—though Amelia had never confessed until now. Falling in love with a man who treated marriage like a business deal was bound to end in heartbreak. And yet, every time Ricardo stood silently beside her at public events, every time he defended her reputation with a few cold words, her heart betrayed her reason.

As I lay dying of cancer, I bound myself to a Survival System. I was told that as long as I could earn Caroline Davis' love, I'd be able to return to the real world with a healthy body. So, to make her fall in love with me, I catered to her every whim until I successfully married her. Yet, in the end, my endless devotion only landed me in prison. The day I dragged myself out of prison, my legs felt like lead. The sunlight was so blinding that I could barely keep my eyes open, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Taunt Genta with a laugh. Sensing Kaylila's weakening, Genta loosens her grip. His hands stroked Kaylila's cheek, leaving Kaylila disgusted and looking away. "I love you so much, baby. I'm not going to let you be with anyone else. You're just mine. I'm the one who deserves to have you. I keep you chaste so that when the time comes, I will take away your chastity. You don't think I'm interested in seizing what you have? Very eager. I don't want to see you owned by anyone. You know that. But, you want to get married? With that guy? I'm not going to stay silent. You want to try? Go ahead." Genta's words make Kaylila fearless. The crying is becoming more and more.

The queen looked at the bracelet in the velvet box, whose color had faded, even though it was no longer the original color of the box. This bracelet was a gift from Benedict when they were lovers. Cassia loves Benedict very much, but she is greedy for something bigger than just being the wife of a hero and a pillar of the royal family known as the sword master.

Hardin asked as he rubbed a thumb against my cheek. “Would you say we got a happily ever after? Do you think we will live happily ever after from today?” He shrugged and shook his head," I wouldn't say so.” “Why?” I asked with a furrowed brow pulling my head backwards to have a better view of him. “I can't give you happily ever after, Love, the only thing I am sure that I can give you is myself and while I am sure I am not worthy of your love, I will live the rest of my life proving to you how much I love you.”

Tonight people weren’t just gambling away their money, but their hearts—their lives. Finding your mate, falling in love. It was all a gamble. One that could pay off and win you something even more precious than money, or that could suck the life from your lungs and the soul from your body. There was no in between. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing. Some gambled while others sat on the couches talking. There were people flocking to the dance floor, drawn in by the dark, melodious beat thumping through the speakers. The ever present haze of cigar smoke acted as a shroud, making it all too alluring to let go and simply be swept away.