The Love Wager Novels & Stories

“ You’re my wife and I don’t intend on you ever leaving me again.” He started the faucet and let it warm, then he undressed me, his hands reached and got a sponge, applying body wash on it he began to wash my body, moving his hands all over me. I bit my lip to hold back a moan.Alejandro smiled then grabbed my waist. “ I have an idea,my angel.How about we place a wager, hmm?” Wager? What KIND of wager? “

“The old rules are gone. Burnt with that journal, if you like. We write new ones. Together.” Her kiss was different from all the others. It was not a claiming, nor a conquest, nor a consolation. It was a promise. A seal on a new, terrifying, and exhilarating contract. It was a collision of two flawed, powerful wills, finally meeting as equals in their understanding of their own imbalance. When they parted, the first rays of dawn were piercing through the study window, painting the room in hues of gold and rose. The three days were up. The legal wager was won.

Then I slowly reached for my employee badge, my name tag gleaming faintly under the morning sun Aria Quinn- Project developer I tightened my fingers around it then I pulled it off and dropped it into the trash bin by the entrance . Then at that moment something finally broke and harden in me. Love was a luxury currency i could no longer afford -Trust was a currency i’d never spend again.

"Century gold-digger. Give him an Oscar." "How much are you willing to wager that he's signed a pre-nup? Oh wait, there ain't no 'nup'!" "He's not in love with him, he's in love with the AmEx Black Card. Wake up, people." "#TheBillionairesLover is about to pass out. Guess the price of authenticity is pretty steep, huh?"

A walk in closet stood at the side and a balcony door led out to another stunning view She turned to him, her tone suddenly serious. “Listen, Damien. I know this marriage is fake. But I need to be clear about one thing. I value loyalty. For this one year, I want your fidelity. No games. No running off with other women. That’s all I ask.” Damien’s eyes narrowed, clearly offended. “You think I can’t control myself?” He leaned against the doorframe, a smirk playing at his lips. “I can keep it in my pants, trust me. Unless…” his voice lowered teasingly, “you’re volunteering your services.”

Alaric murmured, his eyes dropping to my lips before rising back to meet my gaze. "If you want me entirely in your corner, Isla, it won't be free. Let us make a wager. A game of wits between the two of us. Every secret you keep, I will try to unearth. Every trap you set, I will try to spring. But know this: in my games, the rules are unspoken, the stakes are absolute, and the loser forfeits everything; their body, their loyalty, and their soul." He raised his glass to mine, a wicked, breathtaking smile spreading across his lips.

“That’s perfect. Use that tomorrow.” We finish the run-through. First date. First kiss. Every milestone carefully crafted to withstand Marcus Knight’s interrogation. By the time we’re done, the lies feel like memories. “One last thing,” Victor says. “Marcus will ask about intentions. Long term plans. Zara?” I hesitate. The contract says six months. But in this story, we’re in love. “I say I’m taking it one day at a time. That we’re building something real and I’m not rushing it.”

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante

I was tugging my hand trying to break the chain from the cuffs but it was useless, I was the fake sex toy cuff, but a real stainless steel kind, "Doesn't make sense Anthony, save your strength, I've tried", I could hear the sad news in her voice. "I can't believe none of this bullshit right now, I feel so betrayed by you and then there is Natz and Brad, don't you guys know what loyalty means?!, we are going to die because of things your fucking forefathers did, and I have to pay for sins I never knew I was apart of, I swear to god! This wedding is off is we survive this, we are so fucking done",

"I'm not the type to play tricks on someone who looks problematic like you, Miss. So mind if I hear you out why you wanted to deal with this wager collaboration with me?" He even leaned down just to level his face into me. I shyly looked away. "I have a lot of payments to fulfill and my necessities in living need to be solved as well. And this betting stuff you offered was the most convenient way for me to look for money." He then stood up firmly as he motioned his hand to me. "Hm, your reason is somwhat considerable to take this risk of gambling." "Let me introduce myself by the way." I gazed at him when he said that. "I'm Mezakiel Art Soren. Your reliable conspirator in this Wager Collabor