Lover Game Novels & Stories

My coworkers and I are forcibly dragged into a bizarre game with the initial title displayed as "War of the Plants". Everyone crowds around to choose camps or safe houses with abundant water resources. I am the only one who picks a plastic apartment in the desert with no water or electricity. My female supervisor mocks me in front of everyone, saying I must be out of my mind. No one is willing to team up with me, and they even bet I won't last three days. When choosing abilities, everyone rushes for practical powers like spatial storage or metal control. I, however, choose reverse photosynthesis that allows me to gain energy from air humidity. Everyone immediately mutes me in the game. Clearly, no one wants to hear my desperate cries for help later. But when the system revokes team permissions and administrator functions, everyone is stunned. The game's name is reset to "Magnet Apocalypse".

My dad is locked up in a cargo container filled with explosives at the docks. The Genovese family has sent me a video. Apparently, the explosives are set to detonate in 20 minutes. I quickly call my fiance, Dante Luciano, for help. He's the Don of the Luciano family. As long as he's around, no one will dare to lay a finger on my dad. When Dante answers my call, he promises that he'll bring his men to rescue Dad right away. But when the convoy is on the way to the container, he claims that he has more urgent things to do, so he turns the car around and leaves. I drive toward the docks like a madwoman. There, as I watch the countdown on the video ticking down, I keep spamming calls on Dante's phone. When I call him for the 77th time, Dante finally answers it. His voice is as cold as ice. "Stop bothering me with such tricks, Lina." "But my dad will die for real—" "Then let him die." Just like that, Dante ends the call. The countdown strikes zero, resulting in Dad getting blasted into smithereens. The next thing I know, Dante's mistress, Bianca Magoni, has uploaded a photo to her social media feed. It features Dante, who's in the middle of cutting the steak for her gently. "I made an off-handed comment about wanting to eat steak, and now Don Luciano is personally cutting it just for me." It turns out that the so-called urgent business Dante has is cutting the steak for his beloved mistress. My heart dies on the inside. Hence, I fake my death and vanish from Dante's life. Later on, Dante kneels before me after searching everywhere for me like a madman. "Lina, please don't abandon me! I'm begging you, please!" I just smile at him. "You got the wrong person, sir. That's not my name."

“I was kidnapped on my wedding day!” After she thought that she could escape her life back in Italy as the daughter of a powerful mafia Boss, she was happy to finally marry her high school sweetheart. However, before she could walk down the aisle, she was kidnapped and brought back to Italy, where she was forced to marry a dangerous Mexican mafia boss in an arranged marriage orchestrated by her father for his own selfish reasons. With no choice but to marry Salvador, a ruthless and sadistic Mexican mafia boss who was twice her age, Marcella finds herself in a desperate situation. On the night of their wedding, Salvador tries to get intimate, but Marcella refuses. In a fit of rage, he assaults her, forcing himself upon her. In an act of self-defense, Marcella ends up killing him. As the news of Marcella's killing of the mafia boss spread, she was forced to run for her life, with his gangs in hot pursuit. With nowhere to hide and a kill warrant issued for her in the entire mafia world, she ran into the arms of Antonio, a Russian mafia boss known as a Bratva. He offered to help and protect her, but only under the condition that she sign a contract to be his mistress. With the knowledge that her life was in danger after killing a powerful man, Marcella knew her options were limited. What does Antonio truly want from her? Will he bite? "You are mine now, Marcella. Daddy's Good Girl"

On the third day of attempting to conquer Blake Stone's heart, he confesses his feelings to me. But the thing is, the affection meter displayed above his head shows the number "0". After we start dating, Blake pampers me to no end. He even proposes to me in a grand fashion on our sixth year anniversary. With tears in my eyes, I'm about to nod when I see a range of comments floating across my vision. [Blake must be exhausted from all the acting, huh? He has to reel in his disgust and keep up the act with Joanna for six years in order to protect Keira from her.] [That idiotic replacement actually got so immersed in this act! I'm laughing my ass off right now!] It's as though my blood had transformed into ice. No wonder the number never changed throughout the years. At the same time, the system's icy voice rings out in my mind. "The final phase is now activated. The countdown to the time left to conquer your target's heart has started. You have ten days left. If you fail, you'll be wiped out from this world." I just smile as I draw back my hand that was about to wear his ring. Then, I wipe my tears away. "I'm sorry, but I'm sick and tired of this stupid strategy game."

Rose Johnson Kapoor He called me a lioness. He taught me how to be one. But what he failed to understand was that I'm more than just the lioness—I'm a rose with thorns-who'll bring him to his knees. Ryan Johnson walked away, left without a second glance shattering my heart and left me bleeding. But I’m done waiting. Done crying for someone who easily discarded me. I’ve crossed oceans to claim what’s mine and make him suffer. He'd forced me to submit—to bend, to surrender. But this time, he’ll be kneeling and begging. What he doesn’t know, that I’m not just here to ruin him—I’m here to own him. To carve my name into his world the way he once carved himself into my soul. He'll feel every ounce of my wrath. And when I'm done, he'll beg to be mine. Yet, there's something I can't escape-a truth, I refuse to face. A question-For how long I'll be able to hold on to my hate-or-the secret I'm hiding. Especially when he shows the side of him that I'd never seen before. ____ Ryan Johnson I knew she’d come. My lioness never accepts defeat. I thought leaving was right, but all I did was destroy the only thing that mattered. Now, she’s here. And she wants war. She wants me to suffer, to pay. What she doesn’t realize is, I already have. I’ve been on my knees for her since the day I walked away. But she won’t break me. If she wants a fight, I’ll give her one. Because I don’t just want her rage—I want all of her. Yet, as I pull her back into my world, something lurks in the shadows-A threat we've to fight.

Two billionaire brothers. One irresistible challenge. The Onyx brothers are used to getting anything, and anyone they want. And their favourite way of passing away time is playing a twisted game. A dangerous twisted game where they choose a woman, seduce her with luxury and charm, and see which brother she falls for first. But Mia isn’t like the others. What begins as a game becomes an obsession and slowly turns into something terrifyingly real. And for the first time in their lives, the brothers aren’t just trying to win a game. They’re losing themselves to a woman who might have awakened something in them and might just be too difficult to play. And Mia? She’s ready to prove she’s nobody’s prize and her heart is not out to be played.

On the night I get dismembered, my girlfriend, Victoria Hewitt, announces her marriage to the world. Clad in the wedding dress that I've personally designed, she soon marries her first love, Joseph Danford, happily. When Victoria receives the news of my death, she merely smiles before claiming that I'm a pathological liar. But what she doesn't know is that I've died for her sake. Later on, Victoria constructs a sculpture out of my bones. She develops a habit of hugging it every day since then.

After being chosen by a horror game, I took over a food stall in a small town. A ghoul tried to eat me, his huge, bloody mouth a gaping maw, but I quickly shoved a focaccia sandwich into it. He chewed and then said, “Oh, forget it. With food to eat, I’ll kill her tomorrow.” The next day, I made delicious pierogies, then skewers and stews. All the ghouls who stopped by gave up on trying to kill me, focusing on eating instead. The audience watching me was shocked that I could survive all the way to the end with just my cooking.

Caleb Larson used to be the most insignificant member among my subordinates. That was, until he blocked a stab meant for me. That blade was 0.4 inches away from plunging right into his heart. After that, I insisted on marrying Caleb regardless of my family's objections. Since then, everyone thinks that I, the spoiled and wilful heiress to a gang, have gotten married out of love. Two years later, however, a woman seeks me out. "Are you Quinn Stewart?" she asks. She waves the gold bracelet that has the initials "CS" engraved on it. "Cal no longer loves you. He tells me that he feels nauseous whenever he sees your face. You'd better pack up and leave the Stewart family if you still have any sense left in you." I blow the steam away from my coffee cup. Not even the woman's pained screams are capable of making me frown in the slightest. But when Caleb personally rushes over and demands to know why I've chosen to beat Selene up to the point her face gets disfigured, my expression changes instantly. "Everything is over between us, Caleb!"

I was killed seven times by the home invader who broke into my house, trapped in a cycle I could never escape. The first time, I fought back. The second time, I was terrified. By the sixth, I had gone numb. And by the seventh, I was determined to take him down with me. With my last breath, I ripped off his mask and found my husband's face staring back at me.