The Love Wager Novels & Stories

“I never stopped loving you.” She looked at him carefully. “Love without loyalty is selfish.” He inhaled sharply. “I was confused.” “No,” she said softly. “You were clear. You just didn’t like the consequences.” He sat back. “I want to withdraw everything,” he said. “I’ll fix the case. I’ll stand publicly. I’ll admit fault. I’ll do whatever it takes.” “To get what?” “You.” She shook her head slowly. “You can’t undo years with promises.” “I’ll prove it.”

I said sweeping my arm out. “At some point, my clothes will dwarf your collection, I would imagine.” “Never,” I countered. “Wanna bet?” he challenged. “I can’t possibly need that much,” I protested. “Wanna bet?” he challenged again. “You’re on,” I accepted, holding out my hand to shake his. “What’s the wager?” He stepped forward and whispered a very racy, very hot wager in my ear. I gulped. I wasn’t even sure it was physically possible, but hey, if he thought so… what the hell.

The conversation shifted, and I stood there silently, forcing a polite expression while Aiden and his so-called friends talked about business, alliances, and their latest conquest It wasn’t until the drinks began to flow that the topic changed. Joel leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Let’s make things interesting tonight. A little wager, perhaps?” Aiden arched his brow. “What kind of wager?” Joel’s smirk widened. “A test of strength, of course. We each put something on the line and whoever wins the fight gets to claim the prize.” The alphas murmured in agreement, excitement flickering in their eyes. I paid little attention to their foolish games—until Joel’s next words made my

"We need to resolve thismatter between us. Mere discussions have led nowhere, and I grow impatient. What if we instead made a wager? A win would be definitive. We could make a binding contract, of course, to keep it fair." "A wager on whether you'll marry me?" For some reason, his heart beat against his ribs hard enough to make his breath catch. Had this been Rafe's idea? Could he win Rosalind's submission this easily? "Yes. We would both be bound by our mutual sense of honor. If I lose, I marry you. If I win, you return my property as promised by the end of the week, sell my debts to parties of my choosing and allow me to return to London."

Nervous as she was, Daisy never forgot the words that he shouted to her on their wedding night. "You won't have me even if you married me. You are just my wife as stated on a piece of paper. My heart and my love will never belong to you. You drugged me in order to have sex with me. How dare you! I promise I'll never let such a thing happen again!" The man said angrily.

Freda’s P.O.V Craig trembled beside me while holding his number card tighter. I had no idea why he was like that, but it seemed to be because of the ring. Voluntarily, my hand moved towards him, holding him in place. He looked at me, softening his hand. “I’m surely getting that back.” I agreed with him. If it were me, I would be willing to get back everything that belonged to my pack. The M.C continued, his robotic voice trembled in excitement. “I know not everyone believes in true love and happily ever after. But if you’re one of those who believe in love, this is a shot at it. The bidding starts at 10 gold.”

“I wanted to play a game of chess with you. It's your favorite isn't it?" ‎I doubted with an abject smile of my own, of course my beloved sister had to love the most boring things life had to offer. ‎“Great! so what are you wagering. I brought the money," Lorenzo said placing stacks of money on the table before him, and my mouth fell open. My brain immediately fell into a fit of confusion. ‎“Wager?" I asked nonplussed. What type of a wager could involve such insane sums of money. ‎

They knew— This was a wager that bound reason, emotion, deception, and life itself on a single line. And this time, victory wasn’t an option. It was the only path left.

We held something special more than love, a highly platonic affection and adoration towards each other but never dared to confess, not even a single time. Two from our gang were already a couple in love, Pooja and Prathap. They were about to get married in a month and in order to celebrate the couple we planned for a party at a roof top restaurant. Madhina another interesting character in our gang was always fond of Advik. She tried all possible techniques to make him fall into her trap, nevertheless he always tried to ignore her since he wasn’t much into her. Abiding to a certain circumstance where she threatened him that she might commit suicide if he wouldn’t accept her love, Advik said Y

I am not going to let him have the upper hand. “I am surprised you have the energy to marry someone, you look like you are going to kill over very soon. What is wrong with you, AIDS?” I mocked and watched as the cocky look disappeared from his face to be replaced with a hardened look. I wasn’t done. I leaned in to mutter my words. “Kamaria will never love you because I have her heart, I have always had her heart,” I whispered and when I leaned back and smirked at him before turning to the others, I picked out Bobby with my eyes. “None of you is going to stop me from seeing Kamaria, she is the only one who can and until she says otherwise I will be seeing her, have a nice day,” I nodded at th