Lovers Game Novel Novels & Stories

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My lips parted in heavy breathing just as his hands on my back moved further my spine, roaming and grazing the sides of my bare breasts and I was reminded of the fact that he knew I wasn't wearing a bra! Was he just pretending to love me or did he really... Was it all fake for him and so real for me!!? Am I the only one who is receiving his touches thinking of him as my love and my husband!? Was he touching me, expecting me to moan and cry his name as his wife!? Or maybe something else... No way! That can't be! Once again I was hoping for more when I should just be happy with what I am getting at present! But.. Is it all, just a game for him? A plan? A game which already guarantees his victo

She was the bride of a ghost king who loved her and she loved him. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

I'd gladly shoot the ones who'll tell her otherwise. I busied myself by answering some emails as I sit on the couch in the Great Room, trying my best not to bother the people going back and forth to decorate. It was coming to life now, the wedding. Several flowers and lace and lights. I should feel sick to my stomach now, knowing that in less than three days, I'd be a married man, be Boss of two business, and have Mari as my wife, have her enemies as mine, and mine as hers. It wasn't scary though. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this marriage is real. Somewhere deep inside the rubble of distrust and hate, bad history and vendettas, Mari and I have something real. Sure we might

Instead of going home, I strolled aimlessly along the streets, stopping several times even though it was a short walk. Tristan and I had our first date at Heavenly Delights, a dessert parlor. He had wiped the cream from the corner of my lips before leaning down to kiss me. His hands were covered in scratches after he carved a wooden boat for me at the crafts store. He had hoped that the boat would help me sail toward a bright future. "Luna." I stiffened before turning around. Tristan was standing nearby. He pulled his cap lower as he approached me. "I thought I might find you here," he said as he pressed a hand to my forehead. "The fever's gone. Good."

she said, “a truth.” The cards around her hands spun faster, churning in the dark water until they blurred into a single smear of color. Then they snapped into place in a neat row: Death. The Tower. The Magician. The Lovers—reversed. Of course. Her finger tapped each card in turn, little vibrations sending ripples through the liquid. “You are a Key Author,” she said, voice gone low and resonant. “Your stories built the bones of this game. Your heart gives it blood. As long as you fear love, it will feed.”

“I did no such thing, and mind your business.” She threw her hands up in mock surrender. “Alright. But you need to give me details of what happened? Are you guys together now?” I opened the chips. “No, we’re not. I told him I’ve forgiven but I need time to think about us.” “What’s there to think about? You love him and he loves you, end of story. You get to have your happily ever after.” “Might need to lay low on the amount of romance novels you read, you’re becoming too imaginative.”

“Please stop. Tell me it's a lie.” “I wish it was. But it isn't darling.” They didn’t stop with their teasing. They started laughing and immediately switched into full gossip mode. Avery clasped her hands. “Tell us everything.” “There is nothing to tell you —” “Lies,” Lila said. Avery gasped again as she looked at me with wide eyes. “Have you two held hands?” My ears turned red but I stayed silent. I knew I could win against any other person but not when Avery and Lila are both the one. I slipped on my juice looking less affected, but I knew they could both tell it affected me.

She pressed her lips to his temple, a silent vow. Storms waited and blood would follow, but here, on this night, they were gods with knives. The camera of fate pulled away from the island, from the flickering candles inside the cliffside villa, from the blood-stained sheets tangled with vows and violence. Beyond the horizon, ships moved, ships carrying crates, carrying whispers, carrying Project Lazarus. And on the island, two lovers carved into each other, bound not by church or law, but by the only language they had ever trusted: blood, steel, and fire.

--- THE LOVERS' NIGHT Arthur found her later on the hill, overlooking the charred sanctuary. “I can’t do this,” she whispered. “Yes, you can.” “I’m breaking.” He pulled her into his arms. “Then let me be your glue.” Under the open sky, the two shared their first night—not in lust, but in desperate love. A sacred consummation beneath the stars, with vows unspoken but deeply understood. Whatever was coming—they would face it as one. --- THE BEGINNING OF THE END In the secret chamber of the Council, the final scroll was unsealed.