The Love Game Book Novels & Stories

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Grandma had pointed at her and screamed, calling her a self-righteous lunatic. "You either love a child, or you don’t. Why are you hiding behind this lottery nonsense? If you don’t want Silas Vale, I’ll take him back to the countryside right now. Otherwise, throw away that damned lottery box and love both children together!" Mom had sneered back coldly. "How I love my children is none of your business. I love both of them, of course. But there will always be bias. That can’t be controlled. "That’s exactly why I bought the lottery box to truly be fair. If they want something, they rely on their own luck. Their father and I won’t interfere. If he can’t draw the long stick, that just means he’s

A storm approached from the front. He was doing the right thing. How can you not go too far, when it comes to love? Love required conflict and games. It was like a book. In the best novels, a reader only flipped the page if the hero had obstacles knocking against him. The joy of reading was in the journey. The struggle. It was entertaining to watch a person chase toward destiny. And as a lover, Xavier had to get his partner turning the page, keep the story fast-paced and exciting. Thrills on every line.

Gianna shifted the thin strap of her panties to the side, her fingers brushing against Bernard's hard dick. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling the hardness, the heat, the way the veins popped along its length. God, she loved this. Loved the weight of it in her hand, the way it throbbed under her touch. She felt the sticky liquid at the tip and smiled. He wanted this just as much as she did. For a moment, she had the thought to lick it, to take him in her mouth and make him lose his mind. But the way her pussy throbbed, aching and wet, she couldn't wait. She needed to feel him inside her. That very second.

I grip Lucas' wrist to steady his hands and to make his fingers go deeper inside me. "Good things come to those who wait, my love," he says. And fuck, I really want—no need to come. I yelped and sat straighter in the tub so quickly that a huge splash of coconut-scented water splats on the floor as Lucas inserts another finger. I feel so full. Nothing's stopping him this time. He fucks me with his fingers mercilessly. The sound of my wetness and of his knuckles colliding with my inner thigh against the water envelopes the room. Lucas grips my hair by my name and pulls me back, exposing my pale neck and my breasts. He sucks the skin there and I object.

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. The Forbidden Love Series will be slightly different from the ones I've written so far. The stories in this series are not connected to each other. They are each stand-alone stories, and all of them feature forbidden love. A Short Synopsis: Twenty-four-year-old Serenity Parker had always been in love with her older brother's best friend, Alexander Dawson who was two years older than her. Soon she found out that he was too interested in his underground fight clubs and

Peter must be keeping Alexis busy with a bedtime story. Musing, she began lining the stones up. What had she seen in his eyes? Did he love her? One by one she recited the old saying. ‘He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.’ On the twenty-fourth stone she stopped. ‘He loves me not!’ *** rley.’ She looked up as Alexis threw her a cherry. He’d been standing there watching her. ‘Catch.’ He smiled that devastating smile at her. ‘He loves you, very much.’ His words were said slowly, and simply because he meant them.

If it’s supposed to look like stealing fifteen minutes just to play a game when you’re supposed to be cutting cake, then that’s my version of love. “Let’s get out of here,” Jeremy grabs my hand and before anyone can look in our direction. We start running. Together. Love, it turns out, is the only game I never want to quit.

The girl hesitated for a moment before replying, "But I lied to you. Aren't you mad?" At this, I leaned forward slightly, my curiosity getting the better of me. The boy gently pushed the girl's hair back from her forehead. "Yeah, you lied to me, but you didn't hurt me, right? Also, I truly felt your love. We may have started with lies, but that doesn't mean we have to live in them going forward. I just know I don't want to lose you, so I came to see you." As the girl burst into tears of joy, the guy pulled her into his arms.

He laughed looking away and licked his lips up, as his gaze travelled from her eyes, that had been glaring at him hatefully to her lips, that seemed as delicious and captivating as ever. "No, Angel!" He leaned in addition and she ought to sense his warm breath hitting her face. She clenched her eyes closed and thrashed once again, to get out of the chains keeping her down, which proved to be of no use. He leaned in closer and their lips barely touched sending the acquinated tingles down her spine. She hated it! She hated him! She hated how he made her feel! Even after everything, she hated how she could not deny his touch! His gaze was fixed at her plump lips when he whispered, "It is Just