After I Died My Boyfriend Went Crazy Novels & Stories

'If you dare try any such,count yourself died' I said but he smirked ' I always have what I want. I will do it. Let this be a bet' he said. I was shocked. Is it really my friend. The person I trust with my own life. I was so sad that I have to broke up with my girlfriend. On the third day,she commit suicide. Not long his girlfriend also died in an accident. We decide to became friends again. He begged first so I accept him back. My mum started asking of my girlfriend because I have introduce her to my mom.I told her she commit suicide. She don't believe me.that time my dad traveled. She keep plastering me on what actually what happened for her to commit suicide, I have to tell her everything

As soon as it came, it went. “Long story short, I got my partner killed and didn’t take it so well. I’m being forced to take a vacation.” “Boyfriend?” Malachi’s face was serious. “God no. I mean we were fuck buddies, but no emotional attachment.” I bit my lip. “At least on my part, he on the other hand was a fucking moron who grew attached. In the end, that’s what got him killed.” “Good.” I furrowed my brows at him.

"When did she die?" "When I was 12. She died of cancer", he said and I gasped. "No one knew she had cancer until the third stage. She didn't know too and when she told me, I couldn't bring myself to believe that she would die. I kept on telling myself she wouldn't die but she did. And when she died, I couldn't control it. I didn't talk to anyone for months. I just go to the cemetery and talk to mummy. It's just like a movie. Dad was broken after she died. Just 2 months after she died, I saw Dad with another woman in my parent's bedroom. They were making out. I left there immediately but he saw me. Since then my Dad was always with a different lady almost every week. Do you know the craziest

"That tells me all I need to know. The mate bond breaking was for the best!" He lifted the gold case meaningfully. "Now I'm here to have their names struck from the records. Even in death, you'll have no claim on their souls." The council guards watched with interest. Such drama rarely played out in their halls. Liam stumbled back as if struck. "What... what do you mean ashes? Who died?" The confusion in his voice only fueled my father's contempt. "You really don't know?" he asked quietly. "Your own mate and pup died, and you didn't even notice?"

It felt like everything inside her was being torn into pieces too small ever to be repaired. "The suspect shot your boyfriend. I'm sorry, Ms. Baker; he was already gone when my men arrived. " Cassie's eyes flitted to the open door. She wanted to bolt. It couldn't be true couldn't be real. She had just talked to Will. They had just been together. This was a good neighborhood. Things like this didn't happen. It just..didn't happen. That's when she saw it; the EMT brought the stretcher laden with the black body bag down the hall. The little blonde couldn't contain herself and ran to the door, a sob ripping from her, screaming unintelligible sounds of loss.

I wanted so badly to tell them, "Don’t cry. I wasn’t going to live much longer anyway." But it was as if some invisible force pulled me away, dragging me back to Zac. Was my attachment to Zac really so deep? Even in death, I was drawn back to him? But before I died, I had stopped loving him. I had let him go and given him back to Eve. When I saw him, I was shocked. The man in front of me was disheveled and defeated, with a face covered in stubble. He was nothing like the Zac I once knew. That Zac was always meticulous, never letting a hair fall out of place.

I dive my bottom lip viciously to stop myself from screaming and fist my dress on both sides to stop myself from reaching for the lifeless body of my boyfriend. "He was beginning to piss me off with the too much talking and slurring and I love some peace and quiet, wife." Matteo chuckles like a man who has no grasp on reality as he tucks back his gun into his waist band and almost immediately, my father appears out of nowhere, questioning me about what happened but I'm unable to get any word out. I'm frozen in place, watching my boyfriend's body as tears brim my eyes. It's one thing to lose someone so dear to you in this manner and it's another thing being unable to grief in the way you shou

By the end, his voice was cracking. I listened in silence. I didn't say a word the entire time. No anger. No bitterness. Not a flicker of emotion. In the end, I simply shook my head. "Damian, it's too late." "All the damage was real. The suffering I went through, everything I lost, all of it happened." I looked at the panic in his eyes, and all I felt was calm. After my mother died, I'd survived the darkest, most hopeless days entirely on my own.

“I know you’re upset, but no matter how upset you are, you can’t risk your life. What if you get heatstroke in a sauna?” “Exactly,” Rio chimed in, his voice rising. “If something happens to you, people will think we’ve been mistreating you!” I almost burst out laughing. In my previous life, I had died of heatstroke in this very building. My body turned black and my eyeballs burst. Yet they did not even call an ambulance. They just dragged me into the living room for a photo op, with the caption: Girlfriend died of heatstroke because she was too poor to turn the AC on. She turned into a dried corpse.

I thought I could believe in that love, telling him that I would marry him after he died a hundred times. I couldn't help imagining our life together from there on, as it might really be good to be with someone who loved me. But Ben simply smiled and entered that room without hesitation. I panicked, and panicked even more when he collapsed on the floor. I kept calling his name. But unlike before, he never woke up. He was dead. He left me. My world fell apart, and I felt like I had lost my mind. I refused to accept that reality and took revenge against everyone who hurt him, thinking that it would get me back.