Love Island Game Novels & Stories

“You can't have a dead person back, Viso," Viso narrowed his eyes and Isabel's eyes gleamed with an unknown emotion while her lips stretched into a wider smile. "The wife you want back, You killed her with your own hands, cruelly. She is no longer Alive. Her love died with her. The woman standing In Front of you is her corpse. You can use it for your sexual pleasure as you want but That Isabel died the night you hurt her, cheated on her! She died when you showed that her value in your life was not more than whore." Viso's bones chilled to the core hearing her words. Isabel pushed herself away from him and tsked. “Is it still a game for you? To expect my love? Do you even know what Love is, V

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.

I know I shouldn't expect anything, this is a contract marriage after all, which will end sooner or later, but these damn signals, and these feelings in my chest I can't explain. He's defended me twice already in front of his scary mother, Isabella Caruso, the Italian Money Maven, in the most honorable ways possible. The last time he defended me, during the tour, I wanted to stop time and jump into his arms, to kiss him 'cause he looked so fucking hot at that moment. He knows how to put me in heat. At this point I don't know how long I can suppress these hot feelings, even now as I sit in my room, I can't help but wonder how Liam's feeling, what he's thinking of now, who he's thinking of. Is

Aileen said, "Clay, give me a chance, okay? Don't worry. I'll handle this." I knew that the person she was talking to must be her gigolo, Clay. Clay said, "You useless bitch. "How many chances have I given you? "If you were willing to seduce that rich guy in your class, why did you have to come this far?" Aileen said in a slightly aggravated manner, "But... I love you. "How can I go to another man?" Clay said angrily, "If you can't get money from that guy, then we'll have no money to get married in the future.

“Funny. Violet doesn’t look like a client.” “Aria.” His voice was low, warning. “You’re making a scene.” “Good. Let them watch.” I gestured to the other diners who were now openly staring. “Let everyone see Jason Hartley having dinner with his dead girlfriend’s sister while his wife sits at home.” Violet reached across the table like she wanted to touch my hand. I pulled back. “Aria, please. Today is Isabelle’s birthday. I just needed someone to talk to…” “Stop.” The word came out sharper than I intended. “Stop saying her name like it explains everything. Like grieving gives you permission to destroy my marriage.”

He whispers almost to himself, takes the joint, and looks back at the horizon, but the frown and slight smile don't quite leave his face. “Let's play a game,” he says. “What sort of game?” “It's called...” Dorian tilts his head as if he is just about to make something up. “Guess my treasure.” “What's that?” “You have three guesses. I have one treasure. Something I want from you. If you guess correctly, you get to keep it.” “Fine.” “First guess.” He walks closer to her. “My name.” “Nope. I already asked. You already decided to either withhold it or lie. No use. I'll find it eventually. Second guess.”

His hands locked my waist in place, skin slamming against skin in a frantic, desperate cadence. “This game is mine, Camilla. You’re just the weapon I’m using to win it,” the words tumbled from his lips in a ragged, heavy exhale. ​A broken, breathless laugh escaped me before he buried himself deep, cutting off my breath entirely. ​He was punishing me, no doubt about it—punishing me in the most addictive way possible. But this game might belong to him only because he had made me discover the truth about the people I once trusted. But this game had flipped a long time ago: the master was becoming the weapon.

Rhea answered smoothly, her voice lilting with affection she didn’t feel. “Rhea! Finally back from your Canadian exile, eh?” Isabella teased. The faint sound of clinking glasses and music echoed behind her. “You’ve missed all the drama here.” “I never miss anything,” Rhea replied coolly, reclining deeper against the chaise. “Tell me what’s worth knowing.” Isabella’s laughter chimed. “Straight to the kill, as always. Fine. Let’s talk about your favorite topic. Montez De Vitalio.” Rhea’s heart thudded, but her voice stayed smooth. “What about him?”

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The legal wager was won. But as Liam looked at Isabelle, at the challenging, hopeful fire in her eyes, he knew Arthur was right. The real game was just beginning. They had the money. They had the truth. And they had a choice, stretching out before them like the uncharted road beyond the manor gates—a road they would now have to navigate not as captor and prisoner, but as partners in the beautiful, complicated, darkly romantic war of their own making.