The Love Game Book Novels & Stories

And no level of love could ever salvage such wickedness. I love love, and I love the concept of love—because it’s a beautiful emotion. But sometimes, love has to be shut off to get things done. There was no way I’d let Ginevra go through so much in her life for this one mission to wipe out the Sanchez’s only for her to change her mind because of love. Never! First, the love was shitty. Second, she had come a long way for something like love to deter her. When I first completed this book, both Ginevra and Ricardo had died. But I chose to give Ginevra another chance at life because I felt like she didn’t live enough.

He cupped my face, tilting my head back so I had no choice but to look at him. "I’m past being in love. Now, I’m obsessed. Now, I must — and will — mark you. Completely." My breath hitched painfully in my chest. "Enough with the stupid games," he murmured, his forehead brushing mine. "Let's make it a lifetime game." "A... lifetime game?" I echoed weakly. "Yeah," he said, his voice like velvet and sin. "I'm going to be honest with you, Syra. I will have you — no matter what.

She’d never believed in love at first sight until she met Nick. Buttons flew here and there when she shocked them both by ripping her shirt open to allow him easy access to her wanting breasts. A deep, lusty chuckle escaped his throat just before he lowered his lips to take her in. His mouth felt hot and moist against her flesh. It was so very different from the dry, almost irritating sensation Arthur produced whenever he fondled her in such a way. The difference between lovers was so acute, Alison couldn’t help wondering what else would be different. She longed to have him move lower with his ministrations, but hesitated in asking.

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.

That's the only thing I could respond to her because I don't have a damn single idea about what the book is about, but then again, it was about love. Love. . . "Shoot! Iris! My group mates are looking for me. I need to head back! I'll just see you tomorrow! I'm gonna watch your game!" She hugged and gave me a smooch on my cheek before she ran away leaving me in awe. I was too occupied even when I got home from work. The book can't get out of my mind. I don't like reading, but it made me search the plot on the internet. And guess what, it was really about Gabby and Travis wherein they eventually develop feelings with each other, get married, and have two kids. And then she got into an acciden

It is my pleasure to be your endgame. ---------------------This is not the end for there will be book 2-------------------- Coming soon! My Pleasure, Sir book 2! Synopsis What does love mean? What does it takes to love? How do you prove your love? What can make love last? Love is magical. Love makes us complete. Love gives us happiness. Love makes us live. But love is also a battle. A battle you need to fight. A battle you need to win. But how will you succeed it? And when do you win?

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

She couldn't understand sign language at all. I lowered my hands, pulled out my phone, and quickly typed a sentence. [I'm LeoWinter. The one whose ID has been linked with yours in the game.] My heartbeat quickened uncontrollably. Gaming was the one place where I could truly relax. And meeting AutumnWind had been the biggest reason I'd kept playing all these years. Would she be as excited as I was? Unable to stop myself, I looked toward Madison expectantly. But there was no excitement. No joy.

I stood by the bed and looked down at her condescendingly. "You came…" she whispered and smiled, showing a few of her missing teeth. "I thought… you wouldn't come…" "What did you want to say?" I asked. "I-I'm sorry…" she gasped and struggled to force each word out of her lips. "I know that… I made a mistake… The game… was wrong… from the start… "I was just… too arrogant… to think… you'd never leave me… I love you… Nol… I've always… loved you…"

she said quickly. “I wasn’t planning on leaving,” he muttered. Another crack. Louder. Then... The ground split. Right in front of them. A deep, dark gap opened. And from it Something moved. Lena’s breath caught. “What… is that…” she whispered. It wasn’t clear. Not fully. Just a shifting shape. Dark. Twisting. Wrong. A man stumbled back. “What is that thing?!” “It’s part of the game…” Jax said, his voice low. “Get ready.”