Novel & Cerita Lovers Game Novel

But an unfaithful partner will still be unfaithful no matter how many time has changed. “A lot of boys wanted to hook up with me, but my eyes stayed on Zach. I keep on wanting him, my desire have grown as I reached the peak. I couldn’t help it anymore when I saw him under that rain…” “Under the rain?” Sam butted in. Stacy must have forgotten she was still there. Sam pursed her lips as Stacy crossed her arms over her chest, taking a seat down again, and knew she had to say it. Besides, they’re going to leave. It’s a form of a closure.

At that moment, I genuinely thought I'd melted the ice around his heart. After we married, a saying started circling through Nuvak's underworld—people could mess with anyone but me, Alessia Moretti. Because the cold-blooded, ruthless Don Vito Luca would always be right behind me to back me up. Every mess I made, he cleaned up. Every disaster I caused, he dealt with. Everything I wanted, he put into my hands. I thought that was love… until the day I went to the estate to drop off some files he'd forgotten.

To the merger, To the Malls and to the lies cheers! I spent the next three hours being the perfect 'madly in love' Lombardi Bride. I draped myself over Lucas's arm, whispered secrets into his ear that were actually threats and laughed loudly to his dry jokes. The elite of London watched us with envy. The power couple. The union of the century. By midnight, the rom was spinning. I found myself tucked into a dimly lit alcove with Lucas, away fro prying eyes. I was leaning against him for support. My hands fisted into his silk lapels.

Inspired by the couple, other pairs soon joined in, dancing under the moonlight and the enchanting night sky. Fireworks burst in vibrant colors, illuminating the heavens. But amidst the joy and celebration, an unexpected event shattered the evening. A gunshot rang out, cutting through the festive atmosphere, and one bullet streaked toward the center of the gathering—right between the bride and groom. The crackling fireworks mingled with screams as guests scrambled for cover. Julie and Mark instinctively ducked, seeking safety. "Julie... Julie, darling, are you okay?" Mark asked, his voice trembling as he patted her abdomen, frantically checking for injuries.

I gave him a smirk while staring at him. "You really love playing games, huh? You know so much about that. In the end, it's the women who get hurt. When the game gets serious, you suddenly back off. Women think they're close to winning because you're taking it seriously, but in the middle of the game, you back off. You're afraid of losing to us. You're afraid of being the loser in the end!" I shouted at him, spitting out my words. He closed his eyes due to the splash of my saliva. "What game are you talking about?" Mama shouted from our direction, noticing the commotion while Oliver still had his eyes closed.

Although he’d never ventured within, he’d overheard the servants within his household speaking of it. He stood in the snow, head shaking in slight disbelief. How could such a heavenly smell be coming from such a place? Did he dare enter that place of temptation? He may have been immortal but he was certainly not immune to the…bodily pleasures a woman could provide. He was no monk. It had been many years since he had sought out physical pleasure. It had never ended well for either party involved. It was not worth the risk of loosing control and murdering the unfortunate girl that had found her way into this bed. That had happened more than he cared to admit.

And it only led to more tears shedding from Jeremy’s eyes. He was short of words. He had not planned any of this, even when they planned their honeymoon. Still he didn’t think of Magnus giving him any ring or proposing him. But who would call him Magnus. He pulled Magnus by his nape and let his lips do the talk. The night witnessed two boys in love promising to spend the future together. ************ Jer woke up early to a bright light. "Magnus, close the curtains". He groaned trying to turn to other side. But wait. Why was the bed so hard? He probed and he heard a growl. .

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

Anika Hart is stunning, attractive, and astute. His body had been on high alert since she stepped into the ballroom, and even though he knew she'd left, he was still tight and acutely aware of her perfume, how she felt in his arms, how her skin felt under his fingers the one time he'd been brave enough to touch her. He desired to do far more than simply touch. He'd spend the entire night making love to her. Anika was not someone to be hurried. No, he'd study every inch of her body. Find out where she enjoys being caressed and kissed.

But the relief didn’t last long. The doll appeared out of nowhere, clapping its filthy hands. “Welcome to your next challenge!” The floor shifted. Metal counters rose from the ground. It had stoves, ovens, cutting boards. A pantry wall stocked with ingredients. Knives gleamed under harsh white light. I blinked. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me.' A screen lit up: LOVERS GAME THREE: RECIPE FOR DISASTER The comments exploded. “Serious cooking? Is this game broken?”