The Game Change Of Heart Novels & Stories

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

The bodyguards dragged me roughly out of the hospital and threw me into the cold mud outside. Heavy rain poured down, smashing against my twisted body. This was the most remote slum in Neopolis. Homeless people die on these streets every day. I struggled to open my eyes. Rain hit my eyelids, twisting everything in my vision into a blur. Facing death once again, my heart suddenly became calm. Being reborn wasn’t to defy fate, but to let me experience once more, clearly and deeply, what it meant to have ten thousand arrows pierce the heart and be torn apart piece by piece.

He called it without blinking. Her cards were weak. His were brutal. And just like that, she lost everything. Her stomach sank. She couldn’t breathe. He leaned forward, elbows on the table, and spoke so softly that only she could hear him. “You can’t pay, can you?” Her mouth opened. Closed. She shook her head. He smiled—not kindly. “Then let’s change the game.” She frowned. “What do you mean?” He stood and nodded to the dealer. “Clear the room.”

Ian muttered, “If we screw this up, we won’t just lose the advantage. We’ll give him everything.” Madison’s gaze locked with mine. “Then we don’t screw it up.” --- The plan was dangerous. Reckless, even. But for the first time since the fire, it felt like more than survival. It felt like offense. And as I stared into the shadows outside the library, I knew one thing for certain. The game was changing again. And this time, we weren’t the only ones forcing it.

His hand moved swiftly to slide out three cards one at a time. “The ace of hearts, the ace of diamonds, and the ace of clubs…” he recited monotonously as he turned over each card in turn. I let out a soft scoff at the ridiculousness of this game that he called simple. That was when it occurred to me that I was bound to lose this game from the moment that I agreed to play it. The game was simple, but it wasn’t at all fair and luck had completely no play in it at all. I could feel Bradon’s eyes on me and when I looked up from the table, my eyes met his intense blue gaze. It felt so outrageous that I didn’t know whether I wanted to scream, cry, or laugh all at the same time.

He set his shirt and narrowed his eyes, “Okay, I agree. I shouldn’t have touched her, I shouldn't have made her cry but.” He took a step closer, curling his lips from one side ominously, hitting where it hurts the most. “What’s the point of our game if she ‘won’t’ cry?” He asked and I stiffed for a second. If my heart pinched by the sight of her tears then what was the point of this game when I couldn’t bear the outcome? “What happened, hmm? Why is it affecting you so much? Why are her tears breaking your heart?” He asked, changing the context and pushing me into the abyss. coming closer as I stumbled back.

I could no longer love or to be loved anymore. What I was doing was serving a client and nothing else. The client that would change every night. After a few minutes, he spoke. “What are the rules for your game of hearts and how long do you want to play with mine?” The song with the upper beat started playing on the record.

The most they could do was to be good to them, you could only be their plaything. Since I knew there was no way for him to be in love with me, and there was no way I would be his woman even if he was, I knew he wanted me to fall in love with him and then he'd probably just break my heart or something. But you know what? Two can play that game. On the spot that day, I decided to change my game plan. You play me, I play you. At first, I didn't know how to go about it but when I saw the way Damien returned the first gift I got from Lucas and how angry he was, I had an idea.

Something was off with him, and she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of fear that lingered in the back of her mind. As she looked back at their relationship, she realized that Landon had a pattern of playing games. He would act distant, then come back as if nothing had happened. Crystal couldn't help but wonder if his sudden change in behavior was just another game of his. But what if it wasn't? What if they were back to square one in their relationship? Crystal couldn't bear the thought of going through that again. She had invested so much time and effort into their relationship, and the idea of starting over was daunting.

I didn’t expecting to hurt him with my own desire to not let him be part of the game I was creating. I knew he was just worried about me. Perhaps he still thought of me as the old Akemi, weak, easy to manipulate, and fragile. But I was changed. The hardships I’d faced had changed me. It molded me to be bolder, wiser, and tougher. That’s why I have full confidence that I will win this time. “I’m going to visit Mommy and Daddy's graves before I continue with the second stage of this game.”