Lover Game Novels & Stories

“Because Lory…” Jebediah’s eyes were filled with warmth when Lorraine’s pretty face surfaced in his mind. “One way to tell if a woman truly loves a man is through her reaction in bed. Lory was always very cold to me whenever I tried to get physical with her in the past and gave me the impression that I was raping her. However, since she married me, we've never once had any problems in bed. She has become a lot more active and she’ll sometimes take the initiative to suggest some of the most erotic things, such as…”

He swiftly pulled Malia's slender waist, brought Malia closer to him while staring at him intently. "L-Lou?" Malia stammers. "Hmm?" "Th-this." Malia looked at Loui's long arms wrapped around her waist. "C-could you please let go of this- this?" She stammered a little. Loui shook his head with a smile. "No. I can’t." "Eh?" Malia was surprised. "I will be your lover for a whole day." explained Loui. "Ha?" Again, Malia was surprised – not understanding where Loui's conversation was going.

Considering her emotional state, Lenox agreed. As he sat next to her on the bed, Loraine sat up, her eyes red from crying. Lenox intended to hug her, but Loraine chose something different: she kissed him on the lips. Although he initially felt bewildered and wanted to push her away, he couldn't resist, feeling the pain in her words of apology. Lenox understood her anguish and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, receiving another kiss from Loraine. He didn't want to hurt her, he didn't want her to feel worse if he rejected her.

Sage kneed him in the gut, then reached around and knocked him off. The two of them lay there, on their backs, beside each other, looking up at the moonlit sky, catching their breath. Sage wiped blood off the corner of his mouth. It was useless, he knew that: Lore couldn’t be killed. Just like him. “I love you Sage, you know that?” Lore said, breaking into light laughter. Just like him, Sage thought. In Lore’s sick, demented mind, this was love. “Stay away from her,” Sage spat, getting to his feet slowly, limping across the lawn.

I asked him. Gosh, he was serious! But no matter how persistent Wren was for the honeymoon, it's still useless and nonsensical because honeymoon was for lovers, real lovers. Not a married couple who was dealt for the business. Not a couple where the woman was the only one who's in love.

, Ali gasped and flinched her hand, she doesn't know but why his eyes stated that she the girl whom he likes to. Liam hold her hand once again gently and said, " Since childhood, I didn't miss a chance to see you. I laughed when you laugh I cried when you got hurt, I feel upset when you were upset I love to tease you because you look so cute when you get angry, and trust me I want to annoy you for your whole life. I want to spoil you as your dad spoiled you. I knew you wanted a life partner your dad and I am trying my best to be one. I want to love you and cherish you for my whole life. You are and will be my first and last love, It took years to gather the courage to confess to you Fin

He whispered, cupping Justine's tear stained face. He stared at him for a long time, heart aching to see someone so precious as Justine breaking down in front of his eyes. "You know what's your only fault?" He wiped his tears as he smiled at him. "Your only fault is loving someone so much...someone who doesn't deserve your love." Bob was crying as he smiled at the brunet. "But even that isn't something you should be sorry about." Bob wiped the tears on Justine's eyes. "Because loving is never wrong." He placed a kiss on Justine's forehead, cradling him close to him.

" I saw he was loved out of pity, The worst kind of love there is. To keep a hold on someone, Because you think they're weak " Iris's P.O.V. Nine pm and I heard the front door of the house open. I was in the kitchen blending some fruits to make a smoothie when Dylan walked in. " Hey babe. Where's Louisa?" He came up to me and kissed my forehead. " She slept early, I think her dance class was too stressful today"

His clean, woody scent enveloped me, and his warm hand gently stroked my back. "Cry," he said softly. "I'm here. No one will ever hurt you again." That simple promise was like opening a floodgate. All the hurt, the pain, and the bitterness burst forth at that moment. I buried my face in his shirt and cried like a child. Lorenzo let my tears soak his collar, holding me even tighter.

Jasmine Ito – POV The truth was simple. And that was what made it hurt the most. John was the only man I had ever truly loved. Not admired. Not respected. Not chosen out of duty. Loved. My fingers trembled as I wiped at the tears slipping down my face, but they wouldn’t stop. They came faster now, warmer, heavier—each one carrying a memory I couldn’t outrun. That night. It replayed in fragments. The way his lips found mine—not hesitant, not rushed… just certain. Like he had been waiting for that moment longer than either of us wanted to admit.