A Game With No Rules

A Game With No Rules

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Dangerous Desires Book Two. The first time I laid eyes on Roman Castillo, there was a charge of electricity that ignited my pulse to surge—like a lightning strike in the night sky, zapping my broken heart to life. He was beguiling, the bearer of the most vivid blue-gray eyes I had ever seen. Everything about him had the ability to make my heart trash against my chest cavity and made me weak on the knees. And for me to feel all these strange feelings at our first meeting was borderline extreme in my book. So I gave him a show, one that he would never forget. I relished the way his eyes darkened, following every intricate movement of my body. Little did I know I was stepping into dangerous territory. An uncharted world where the most primal rule prevails—only the strong survive. I wasn’t ready for him. I wasn’t prepared for the danger of his world. And nothing prepared me for the secrets I’d unravel while falling deeply for him. Because in the world I live in, love is patient; love is kind. But in his world, love is a game with no rules. [Mature Content] Cover by DobolyuV

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1|Reckless

As the sun dips in the western banks of Guadalquivir, the Andalusian street life famous for tapas crawls unravels. Nightclubs like Brío, where I served tables, sometimes tend behind the bar, thrive because of the nightlife in the province of Seville.

Tonight was one of those nights that I enjoyed serving the intoxicated patrons of Brío. Working as a server opened my mind that most people forget to say ‘thank you’ these days; instead, they give out large tips. It’s either to display out to their peers the cash nestled in the mouths of their wallets or just to show off.

Whatever their reason was for giving out tips, I still earned every dime of the 100 euros I got tonight.

I didn’t bother to change my Brío shirt, tossing over a hoodie, shoving my salary for the week together with my tip for tonight in the secret pocket of my backpack.

There were about fifty notifications from all my s’ocial m’edia a’ccounts as I opened my phone, ten messages, and five missed calls from Neil. I didn’t try to open any of them, knowing well what every message would contain—messages of apologies for one drunken night’s mistake.

That is, if hearing his best friend, Celine, moaning his name in the middle of the night can be considered a mistake. It’s been six months since that call, and he still hasn’t given up. It wasn’t a secret that Celine had a thing for him, but I never thought he’d give in to her.

I consider myself lucky we lasted five months of phone calls, messages, and snapshots. Seeing each other but never able to touch. The absence of physical connection had been the greatest hurdle for us until it finally happened. He made a mistake, he said, but he claims he still loves me.

Some people are great at communication. Mom and dad were a testament that LDR can work, but sadly, I lost the ability to communicate with Neil. He wanted to explain, but I didn’t want to listen.

Before mom and I moved here to Las Mencía, a not-so-small town in the province of Seville, my relationship with Neil had already been falling off. Not that any of it was his fault. It was all on me. And I don’t blame him for searching for comfort in the arms of another woman, really. It was all because I had been closed off to the world; I distanced myself from everyone, including Neil. 

I don’t understand why he won’t just move on from me.

Searching for Mom’s number, I sent her a message that my shift had just ended. Her reply was instant; she made ravioli di zucca, one of Dad’s favorite dishes.

It’s an unspoken routine mom, and I fell into. Friday night, since Dad’s accident, is a night we eat his favorite dishes. It’s some kind of nostalgic torture we’re both dealing with.

A compliant thump echoed as I closed my locker, sending mom a reply that I couldn’t wait to get home.

Brío was twenty minutes away from home. I’d walk home with Maya on usual nights, but she’s spending the weekend with her aunt in Barcelona. She asked me to come with her. I was tempted to go. I mean, two nights and two days in Barcelona, free accommodation, food, not to mention a witty tour guide like Maya? Who wouldn’t be tempted to take that offer? Mom even urged me to go, but I couldn’t stomach the fact that I’d be ten hours away from her.

On my way out of the employee’s lounge, I bid goodbye to a few co-workers, skipping out of the club.

The night was still young. The winding cobblestone path illuminated by the glowing street lights brings out the town’s undeniable nighttime passion in full force. There was that familiar orange blossom charging in the mellow summer air, coupled with the mouth-watering aroma emitting from the restaurants along the way.

I almost missed Señor Salvador’s fruit shop, reaching him just in time before the store closed. Mom loves fresh orange juice in the morning; that’s why it became my nightly routine to buy some on my way home.

“Where is Maya?” the elderly fruit vendor asked while his employee, Benjamin, carefully lifted the crates of oranges from the delivery truck, stacking each inside the store.

“In Barcelona, visiting her relatives,” I replied, handing the cash over. He handed me my change; I frowned at the fifty percent cut off from the regular price, yet again.

I handed back the excess from the change, but Señor Salvador waved me off. “We’re about to close, anyway. I would give it for free, but you’re a stubborn child.”

“That’s so sweet, gracias,” I said gratefully.

He knew my late grandmother; from what I gathered, he had a little crush on her, and he admitted that in one of our conversations before.

We chatted for a bit about his farm, how he’s able to produce these sweet oranges, and so on. After mumbling another thank you, I continued my journey home, the subtle light of the golden moon as my guide. I reached the quiet part of town, where the residential buildings begin, marking the end of the festive nightlife trail.

Standing on the curve, clutching a bag of oranges at one hand while the other gripped the strap of my backpack, I waited for the few cars on sight to pass. I was silently humming the last song I heard from the club in my head as I crossed the street.

Just a few more steps away from the sidewalk, a blinding light came from my right side, taking me by surprise. I was almost there, exactly three steps away from the cobblestone path. The irking screech made by the wheels as the driver pulled the motorcycle to the curve, coupled with the screams of the bystanders that witnessed the almost accident, had my heart racing from zero to sixty.

It didn’t hit me. I should consider myself lucky, but I don’t.

The driver quickly hopped off of the motorcycle, removed his helmet, sprinting to where I was.

People dashed to where I stood frozen, onlookers aiming to aid me if I needed help. But all I could hear was my heart thrashing wildly inside my chest cavity.

It was deafening. I could practically hear the rush of my blood pumping through my veins, and then it followed. The image of the shadows the night of the accident. The authorities called it an accident, but I knew better.

All I can see are shadows. Fast shadows of disappearing trees on the street side as endless white light flashed from all directions. It was a dark night illuminated by flashes of guns releasing endless bullets. 

“Are you alright?” the man said. His voice was deep, laced with worry. 

My entire body trembles in fear, eyes misting with tears I could barely see. I flinched back when his hand reached for my shoulders.

On instinct, I slapped his hand away, spinning on my white Nike trainers as I ran like I never did before.

It only takes one person - a reckless person - to remind me of the memories I’ve been trying to suppress for two years.

I willed my feet to move as fast as they could, one leap after another, never bothering to look back at the man who was shouting something I couldn’t understand. All I know is I have to run. The warm air dried my tears as I secured the straps of my backpack, giving me more room to move faster.

There was no time for me to question why I was running. It wasn’t as if I was at fault. I should force the driver to take me to the hospital and have my heart checked by a specialist. Each pound came so fast with loud thuds, breaking the natural laws of a human body.

I reached our home, unlocking the door with the keys I fished out from my jeans pocket.

Mom’s voice crooned from the kitchen; hearing the loud slam of the wooden door, the hinges shook.

‘I can’t let her see me like this.’

I skipped the stairs to my room, two steps at a time, closing the door, locking it. My bag bounced on the bed, falling with a thump on the floorboard.

Mom quickly caught up with me, already knocking on the door.

“Viviana, everything alright?”

I swallowed hard, hoping to sound as calm as I could. It was hard to control the trembling of my hands. Fuck, even my lips were quivering.

“My tummy is upset,” I croaked, tugging my hoodie off with a loud gruff.

“Oh, alright,” mom replied dejectedly.

Dammit! I cursed under my breath, wiping the moisture that kept rolling down my cheeks harshly. I was doing fine. I was doing okay until that stupid, reckless driver!

“I’ll make you some tea,” her voice lost its verve.

This was the last thing I wanted to happen. I should have accepted the fact that I needed to see a specialist. Mom and I, we are both wearing a charade every fucking day that losing dad didn’t set its heavy toll on us. That we’ve both accepted the reality that we will never see him again.

I was a fool to believe that I could hold it together for so long.

“Come out anytime you’re ready.” She didn’t wait for my reply. Upon the sound of her reiterating footsteps, I rushed inside the bathroom, locking the door as well. I didn’t bother to remove my clothes, stepping under the cold drizzle of the shower as the damned dam broke.

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“Are things between you and Neil…” Dad trailed off, clearly uncomfortable with this discussion he’s about to put us into. He cleared his throat, running his fingers through his long brown hair. “...serious?”

We’ve reached the end of the trail, marking the end of our two-day, one-night camping at Platte River Campground. We did a lot of activities together. Boating, canoeing, kayaking, fishing, hiking, and wildlife viewing while catching up.

Dad is going to work overseas again for the rest of the summer. He just waited for my graduation. I’m glad he did. He’ll be stationed in Abu Dhabi for a year. With this new contract he signed with Summit Petroleum, the chances of another camping weekend like this would be scarce.

I tossed my camping bag on the backseat as soon as we reached his Jeep, keeping the door open so he could put it in his bag as well.

“We’re just….” I trailed off as well, eyes focused on the tip of my boots. “Why did you have to ask that again?” I groaned, breaking the awkward tension his question brought to us.

Laugh lines on his face deepened as he chuckled, reaching to ruffle my hair as I closed the door. I slid on the passenger side and answered him truthfully when he was seated in the driver’s seat. “We’re just going with the flow, I guess. I mean, I have college to focus on, and he just started working at the station and all.”

Dad hummed. The car engine revved to life. He set one hand on the back of my headrest, shoulder checking as he reversed out of the parking lot.

“You’re keeping everything safe, right?” He asked, as though he was asking me about the weather, scratching his stubbled-covered jaw.

“Dad!” I cried, covering my face with my palms. Sometimes I hate that mom never comes with us on camping trips.

He chuckled gleefully, green eyes twinkling with mischief as he focused on the road. The sun was just dipping on the horizon. Although the road we were driving through was already dark from the shadows cast by the bountiful trees on the street side.

I still remember everything, from the sound of the owls hooting from a distance, the cool wind blowing my mane hair towards my face, dad’s laughter mingled with mine. Then came the flashes of blinding headlights, five as I counted them, not including the motorcycles that were already closing in on us. And the piercing echoes of the bullets. I still remember everything…. And I don’t want to remember anymore.

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Natalie Henry
Would really love all your books on audio like the first few ! I hate putting them down once I start so I tend to only read audio books so I can listen if cleaning driving or other errands lol please update !
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Characters, storyline-thanks for such a great work…love it that the ‘villains’ in ur story get a chance for redemption..theres enough evil/bad news in the real world so it is so good to see redemption of evil in ur books. HOPE. Happy to have discovered ur work! Keep going for this real life romance
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I could not put the book down. Castiel is a great author.
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Loved their story!
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Can bc u make your other books available on audio to please !!! I read them faster she. I can also listen in the car and while doing laundry ect.
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I could not stop reading it loved it
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after Xavier and Zia..Roman and Viviana also on of the best ever..when i miss them..i'll come back and re read again. much love for u author
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I felt sad the book ended. It’s a great story.
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105 Chapters
1|Reckless
As the sun dips in the western banks of Guadalquivir, the Andalusian street life famous for tapas crawls unravels. Nightclubs like Brío, where I served tables, sometimes tend behind the bar, thrive because of the nightlife in the province of Seville.Tonight was one of those nights that I enjoyed serving the intoxicated patrons of Brío. Working as a server opened my mind that most people forget to say ‘thank you’ these days; instead, they give out large tips. It’s either to display out to their peers the cash nestled in the mouths of their wallets or just to show off.Whatever their reason was for giving out tips, I still earned every dime of the 100 euros I got tonight.I didn’t bother to change my Brío shirt, tossing over a hoodie, shoving my salary for the week togethe
last updateLast Updated : 2021-11-03
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2|A Show
The internet is an amazing leap in our generation. One of its great perks is more accessible communication, which I am entirely despising as of this moment. After my moment last night, I didn’t bother to come out of my room. Mom must have waited for me, but I saved us both the heartbreaking trouble of walking down memory lane. I don’t want to get out of the comfort of my bed. The clammy summer air seeps through the glass windows and balcony door. I forgot to close the curtains last night, and now my skin is cooking under the heatwaves trapped inside my room. My phone kept buzzing on the nightstand. The annoying device’s battery is not giving up yet, like the person who keeps flooding my phone’s notification. Groaning loudly, I unwillingly reached for the buzzing devi
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3|Hard Work
My eyes got a fill of his good looks before I replied. “You do look familiar.” Staring at him up close, I rummage around my brain for possible places or occasions where I must’ve seen him before. Brío is the only place where I’d place him and his friend, at least from the way they dress up. His name was Roman Castillo, and nope, we haven’t met at Brío. I’ve seen him in magazines and newspapers. He’s making a name in the real estate industry and as the heir to La Vista, which also explains why he was sitting as a judge in the competition. That doesn’t explain why he said I look familiar. From how confident he speaks, I can tell that he’s one of those guys who threw that line to any woman they see. He and Nicolás, his sage green-eyed friend with tousled dark hair, invited us to stroll around the plaza for the fair.
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4|Resist Me
Roman stared at me as if I was speaking Martian. He was in deep thought; a crease was present on his sweaty forehead. My shoulders were starting to relax, assuming that he found his claim unreasonable. When he opened his mouth, however, I nearly tripped while standing flat on my shoes. “Have we had sex before?” he asked with utter seriousness, as if he was asking me what date it was. “What!?” I slapped his hand from my shoulder, “no. And no, that’s not gonna happen.” He tilted his head to the side, still with that crease on his forehead. “You really look familiar, amor. But no one has ever denied having sex with me, so I believe you.” Seriously. This man has no filter! I did not need to know that detail, and I still have
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5|Spiral
~Roman~ I reminded myself to take things slowly, to respect her boundaries, as she warned me this morning. It was fucking hard not to touch her, kiss her. I’m not the kind of guy who does the courting thing. There was no need for that in my world. But she has proven that she's different from the women I’ve been with before. And I promised her mom that my intention for her daughter was more than a one-time thing. She’s a sweet lady, Janet, but there was an underlying threat in her voice when she talked to me before calling Viviana down from her room earlier - more like grilled me in the span of five minutes. I don’t date. I don’t pick up girls from their homes or bring them flowers because they’re usually crawling around my feet, offering themselves to my disposal. Being ‘me’ has its perks, but most of the time, n
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6|Coward
~Roman~ Viviana moaned in a frenzy as I sucked on the tip of her tongue. She squirmed above me when I gripped her creamy thigh with one hand while the other traced the outline of her panties. A thong to be precise, a lacy one. I indulge in this discovery, marking one of the checklists I noted in my head on my crash course, Viviana. I swallowed the gasp she released, pressing my thumb on the fabric of her underwear, growling when I realized that she’d made a mess down there. “Viviana,” I didn’t want to let her lips go, but we were both running out of breath. This was one of those times when I hoped that breathing wasn’t a necessity in life. Her lips tasted of vanilla with a pinch of the wine we had over dinner. She whimpered, eyes fluttering close when I traced the le
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7|That Woman's Heart
~Roman~ I drove over the speed limit, aiming to head straight to my bedroom and take care of the tightening in my jeans. A cold shower, perhaps. But seeing my father’s SUV parked in front of my villa was a somewhat effective way of killing this lust I garnered in my time with Viviana, anger replacing it. When I got home from Nevada, the first thing I did was to overhaul this place - mom’s place, which she left in my care. From locks, wiring, even the walls. I had every runner from the club turn this place over inside out. Having a bug in my home, or worse, having someone watching me in my private hours, is the last thing I wanted. It’s better to be safe than sorry. I got my father’s invitation to a meeting as soon as I set foot in Spain six days ago. There was no rea
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8|Small Circle
~Viviana~ Since moving here to Spain, my day begins and ends with thoughts of how I would help mom. We would wake up before the crack of dawn; she’d busied herself baking while I took over the customer area of Sweet Bits. Now, however, another thought is running through my head as I clean up tables while waiting for customers to come in. Roman. When he drove me home last night, we kissed some more in his car. Mom was already asleep when I stepped inside, and I hadn’t told her about Roman’s invitation for the weekend. I told Roman that mom wouldn’t allow me to spend the weekend with him in the heat of the moment. In reality, I was the one who was skeptical about his invitation. The attraction between us was explosive. It’
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9|Welcome Home
~Roman~ It was nearing midday outside, but time doesn’t really matter when you are underground. Below the Outlaws Tavern, a human ring formed by club members betting on Mateo and me. They cheered like we were gamecocks as excitement oozed from all corners of the basement, waiting for a bloody cockfight. This is where we settle the club members’ differences, and this is the first time I’ve ever been below the flickering, reticent fluorescent lights, facing one of my brothers. All because of a woman. Also, a first, but will surely be the last. This man seemed to have forgotten what the Outlaws stand for. “Welcome home, cabrón,” Mateo murmured, both of us stepping clockwise, seizing one another. Our hands, wrapped with white bandages, leveled with our chest, knuckles cr
last updateLast Updated : 2021-11-17
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~Love is patient; Love is kind. For two hearts lost in the world of danger and deceit, Love is A Game With No Rules.~ Hello, thank you for reaching this far on the story ;)I’d like to introduce my books before AGWNR if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.]4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]5|Falling For My Husband ~ Mafia Romance Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Don't forget to follow me on lnstagram CastielLj for updates on my works ;)xx P.S. This book will be a lot longer than my previous ones.
last updateLast Updated : 2021-11-19
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