The Game Change Of Heart Novels & Stories

scandal.>>>>>>> control contract>>>>>> love neither of them could forget. When a private photograph threatens to destroy hockey superstar Noah Ashford's career, the media demanding answers and his furious fans refusing to let the story die which led to a contract with the photographer at the center of the scandal. Ethan Brooks agrees to become Noah's “ambiguous friend” but the more they face the cameras together, the harder it becomes to separate acting from reality when old feelings begin resurfacing. And when the pressure becomes impossible to escape, Noah and Ethan must decide whether their love is strong enough to survive in Noah's world

Back then, she had been happy for a long time, but she had still ended up changing her target of affection. All my sincere love went up in flames. “Calm down. Let’s cut the cake. I’m hungry.” “That’s right. Let’s have some cake.” When the others saw how serious the situation was, they hurried over to mediate. Naomi narrowed her eyes and hissed, “Are you being serious, Claude? You’re really giving up on our relationship for a joke?” She was the one who betrayed us first, and yet, she was accusing me of giving up?

“Chloe’s got a feeling she’s being watched. Sent me to tell you to meet her at Deep Bayou. Said the heart’s faded.” Hunter’s head snapped up. “Say that again.” “The heart faded,” James repeated, barely getting the words out before Hunter pulled him into a quick, rough hug. “Best damn news I’ve heard in weeks. Thanks.” “Yeah,” James shrugged, giving him a nod before heading out. Chloe stayed for the game, cheering as her favorite couple took the win. She gave Callum a nod. “You keep surprising me, you know that? Oh, and you’re loaded now, by the way,” he said with a smirk.

He smirked and ran his hand through his hair, “Is that a bet?” “Sure. It’s a bet.” “And what’s in it for me?” he asked, What do you want?” “Well…” he took a step closer to me and I took a step back. My face suddenly heated up as my heart chaotically pounded in my chest. Control yourself, Jenna. Your heart can’t beat for three guys at the same time. For every step he took forward, I took one back until I finally hit the wall, feeling the coldness against my back.

I wonder what game he’s playing. “Yes.” “Hmm.” His gaze remains fixed on me, that infuriating smile still in place. The weight of his attention makes my knees weak, and I excuse myself before I can embarrass myself further. I rush to my room and slump against my door, heart pounding and mind racing with the same question from earlier: What the hell was that?

He didn't expect that there were still some places that I liked more. I pretended not to see his pleading expression and proposed to change the game again, this time the punishment was changed to a time limit, the winner could draw on the loser's body for five minutes. The game became adding up the total number of three cards drawn, with the smaller sum being the winner. I intentionally provoked him to see if I could rouse his wounded little heart to accept my challenge. Seeing his hesitation, I quickly started the game and let him win a few rounds, allowing him to draw for ten minutes, which somewhat comforted his little heart.

Then, quieter— “You’re part of it now.” Elyra’s heartbeat echoed in her ears. Something had changed. The game was no longer subtle. And neither was the danger.

I have no idea how these things are played, but like I said, I'm good at most things. He shows me the basic rules, and then he shuffles the cards and deals thirteen to one person. I look at my cards and think I have a chance. The goal is to clear off my cards as soon as possible. There's a heart card starting the game. When it's my turn, I place 4 hearts above it, and he goes next. We play at this pace for a while until he spices things up. He says, "What if we make things more interesting? If I win, you're stuck with me the entire night until dawn."

But in that moment, I didn't care. "They took her." Hazel's eyes softened with sympathy, her hand sliding up to cup my jaw gently. The touch sent fire racing through me. "I'm sorry. So sorry." As she stood there, looking at me with that mix of empathy and something deeper—something mirroring the chaos in my own heart—I knew the truth. The game was changing me. Changing us. And I wasn't sure I could stop it anymore. I had to do something. Had to discuss this with Hazel.

“Care to explain that little performance out there?” Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttering. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out at first. Only the shallow rise and fall of her chest. I tilted my head, waiting. Enjoying this. Because if there was one thing I knew tonight, it was this. The game had just changed. And I was going to make damn sure I won.