Novel & Cerita The Love Game Book

What is going to win love or hate? this book contains CEO Romance, love, family, friendship, violence and mature content read at your own risk

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

"I don't know, Colette, what is love? I know he was a good friend to you and I know that no one or did you see anyone holding a gun to his head to choose that girl?" "But–" "But what, Colette?" She sighed. She reached for my collapsing shoulders and held it in place. "It is the game." I said as soon as it popped in my head. I closed my eyes and held my forehead regretting why I had not thought about this before now. "Maybe, you know, guys love girls that play games with them, maybe if I had learned how to play, I should have–"

’ “You know people in love usually start a conversation with things like ‘Hello love, how was your day?’” I chuckled dryly, “Hello baby girl, how was your day?” “Ugh,” she groaned, “you are no fun. So, I called like you asked.” “I called you Amara.” “Tomayto tomahto. The point is we are talking, and why did you want to talk?”

If you are interested in emotional and steamy books then…glue to this book till the end. Love Pia

she said with delight in her voice, lowering her wine glass. "Three months pregnant, and yes, Alexander is the proud father." She began narrating a complicated tale, seemingly ignoring the weight of the pain and struggle that currently enveloped me. With every word that came out of Lavinia's mouth, I felt the destruction of my world. "How can you do this?" I asked with a mix of hurt. As if indifferent to the impact of her actions, she grinned as if nothing mattered. "Well, dear, that's the game of love. And in this game, I just happened to win."

I asked, vexed. "In the game called love, one ought to know his opponent and luckily, mine wasn't worth it"

She said with an overly goofy smile. They stepped inside, wandering through all the galleries. Each turn they took revealed more art. Emily's excitement was that of a little child, her eyes lit up and she told James about the stories behind all the arts the stopped to look at. Her hand gestures telling each story with so much passion that James felt entranced by every word she spoke. He wasn't even sure if he was look at art or her. He seemed a little sad though, because even if he was her husband, he so little about the things she loved.

I said flatly, gripping my hands together to keep them from shaking. Adrian’s gaze flickered. He could see through me—he always could. “Mia—” “You don’t have to explain,” I interrupted, standing abruptly. “I understand.” I started toward the doorway, but his voice stopped me before I could leave. “I don’t think you do.” I turned back, glaring at him. “Then make me understand, Adrian. Because from where I’m standing, this feels like a game to you. One minute you care, the next it’s just part of the contract. Which is it?”

I wanted to keep the secret of the mate bond a little longer, so it wouldn’t be tainted by others' thoughts and feelings, so I provided a half-truth instead. “I don’t know if you know this but my dad lost his fucking mind and decided to hold a game which he calls ‘The Mating Game’ where Miles and Orion have been competing for my hand in marriage. They had to come back for this meeting with you so they brought me along to meet the pack since I’m going to be a wife to one of them.” “More like both,” Lex purred with a sultry snicker. “Don’t get me started with you. We will discuss what just happened later,” I shot back my reprimand.