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I love him so much with all my life and soul. "I love you so much Austin Portwalt." I said it once again and he smiled at me. "Love you too." After that we got back to the hotel, he entered his room to wash up and I entered my room to wash up. I opened my phone and cleaned all the sand from it. I opened the photos and smiled looking at our selfies. Instead feeling happy.. I cried. "I lose big time, Austin. I lose big time.. I can't cope up with your games again. I'm sorry. It's time for the both of us to end this game for good."

“You're welcome. So, I'm gonna ask you again. What are you gonna do about it?” I sighed and twirled the coffee cup round. “Nothing,” I said again. “Don't you see, Kayle? This all started as a game. It was never meant to last forever because someone always has to win the game. Love or not, we were always destined for disaster. He was always gonna be the murderer in Clue, I'd always win the most money in Monopoly. Jack would always hold the most cards at the end of the round of Old Maid, and I'd always top him at Jenga. Not everyone has a 'one,' Kayle, and whether he's mine or not, it doesn't mean we have to be a two. I did this because you guys asked me. I didn't want to – and I didn't want t

he asked I strained my palms against my temples and my head trembling "I did what i had to do for us. Don't you understand that he would have left us alone cos he's always been there, lurking in the shadows. If i didn't play his game, he would've destroyed you and i couldn't" My voice cracked, tears streaming freely "I couldn't lose you" Jamal's breath hitched, his face torn between rage and something softer, almost hurt "So instead you lost me by lying" he said

For the first time, I realized you had become an inseparable part of my life. "I admit Yelena brought me passion and excitement again, but I discovered later it wasn't true love. It was just misplaced feelings caused by hormones. We've already broken up." He paused, then added, "What I did was terrible, and I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness. I just wanted to see you one more time and tell you the truth. I'll let you decide how to punish me. To make up for it, I'm willing to leave with nothing. What matters is that you have enough to live on for the rest of your life."

Two of my colleagues are in the brochure, and their hands are rough on my arms and shoulders. “Are those screenshots real?” My mate from school asks, pushing a folded brochure against my chest. “Why would you drag us into this?” another growls. “What the hell were you thinking?” Someone jerks my jacket. Someone else swears in my face. All of it blurs together. Words. Movements. Heat. But none of it matters. Through the chaos, one thought settles deep in my chest and refuses to leave. I just lost the best thing that ever happened to me. I loved her. I really did. But I also loved the lies. The attention. The women. The game. And now, the only woman who ever loved me completely is walking away

He didn’t want me, he didn’t want to be mine but the smirk on his face said something else. “We are still playing a game, remember?” He further asked, “I want to see to the end of the game, Mr Lucian”

I'm ridiculously easy to fool. I trust every word that comes from others. One particularly awful year, an older student scams me out of all the money I have to live on. Dustin Emerson gives me half of what he has. He's the one person I know won't lie to me. He tells me, "You're not stupid. People are just awful, so stop trusting them and trust me instead." An hour before my grad school entrance exam, Dustin texts me. "I got into a car accident. I'm at the hospital. Come quick." I rush to the hospital, only to find Dustin and my best friend, Emily Levine, sitting at a convenience store eating nachos. Emily bursts out laughing, slapping her thigh. "See? I told you she'd fall for it. One

My boyfriend, my best friend, and I were dragged into some kind of relationship game. The system told us that if we cleared every round, we could go home. The first test was simple. Vote for one person to be punished. Sophie clutched my arm, trembling. I patted her hand. "Vote for yourself. If we all do that, it should end in a tie." The votes came in. One each. A three-way tie. Sophie let out a shaky breath, tears still clinging to her lashes. "Cecilia, thank God you thought of that." Then the system told each of us to pick a reward box. Mine contained a small silver shard. A message rang directly in my head. [Ability unlocked: View and alter the outcome of one vote.] I clos

"You think you get to bargain with me? I've got both your women." He stopped in front of them, looking each one over. "Everyone knows what you'll do for a woman. You used to tear this city apart for your wife. Now there's Ms. Meyer, too." He grinned at Henry. "How do you find room in your heart for them all?" "What the hell do you want?" Henry asked through clenched teeth. Peter's smile disappeared. He drew his gun and swung it between Olivia and Grace. "When you killed my brother and took over the harbor, did you ever think you'd end up here? Now, you get to know what it's like to lose someone you love. One of them dies today."

Castellora, Santoria. "You're the illegitimate daughter. So what does that make your kid?" Dante Locatelli looked at the pregnancy test in my hand. I froze. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Means he's illegitimate too, babe." Before I could even breathe, he kept going. "You're my side chick now. I'm marrying your sister. She's the real Ambrosi daughter. She actually fits my life." "What about me? What about our baby?" He lifted a brow, that cocky little smirk sliding onto his face. "If you can be illegitimate, why can't he?"