Novel & Cerita After I Died My Boyfriend Went Crazy

"The only person who ever loved me is dead." She looks at me with a concerned look. "My father died a few years ago. He was the only person before who did love me and showed it. After he died, I didn't have anyone else. I ended up even getting a boyfriend in high school to see if I could be loved by someone else. And I wasn't. So, yeah, I believe that I am unloveable. Because no one has ever loved me," I turn away from her putting the last dish to dry.

“She’s in recovery now. As for the donor—” A nurse rolled Livia past them at that exact moment, pale under warm blankets, an oxygen line under her nose. My mother burst into tears and followed the bed. My father went with her. Lucian never even looked back. The surgeon stopped speaking because nobody was listening. An orderly tagged my body and wheeled it down to the morgue. That should have hurt more than it did. Instead I stood there beside the steel drawer and thought, Of course. Even dead, I was still an afterthought.

The day I died was the same day as my twin sister’s birthday party. She was in tears and was wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms. My mom was seething with anger and kept calling me over and over again. My brother was clearly upset and sent me a text saying, "You’re so selfish. You just can’t stand to see anyone else happy." Even my usually quiet dad was furious and said, "She’s nothing but an ungrateful brat." I touched my chest. Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore.

She caught the part that I wished she didn’t catch but the damage was done and I could see her eyes water. “Oh that poor boy.” I nodded, feeling my own tears gathering at the back of my eyes. My dad groaned at the sight of us stifling our tears and jumped to his feet. “Oh what the hell, why are we still sitting here and moping around; Case, get the picnic basket. Lia, get the keys and my wallet, we’re going to the supermarket.” I lifted my head to give him a stare full of disbelief. I just told him that my boyfriend’s mother just passed away and he was planning to take us shopping?

He asked and my breath got stuck in my throat. "Ajay was my boyfriend," I replied softly after a while. "Why did you break up?" Cole asked again. I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes. "We didn't," I said under my breath. "What does that mean?" "He got in a car crash and he didn't survive," I said softly. "I'm sorry," Cole said before placing a kiss on my head.

And most of all, I want to remove the image of Bryan's dead body from my mind. "I'm going to put you in the seat, love. Then I will drive you home, okay," Ethan whispers before I hear a car door open. I nod against his shoulder, but that is the only form of communication I can provide. I feel broken. More broken than I did two days ago. At least then, I had a routine: sleep, fear, work, fear, and sleep. Now my life is up in the air. My abusive boyfriend is dead. I am the Prince of Werewolves, mate, and I probably lost my job. My sister is probably freaking out, and when she sees the state I am in, she will demand answers.

I was glad my best friend found a boyfriend and as for me--- "Hey babe.." I heard the voice I know too well "Keiran.." I got up from my sit giving him a hug. Kieran was my boyfriend we started dating over a month ago. I had told him about my condition and he had agreed to not fall in love with me but make me feel loved and help me experience certain things before I die. Well don't blame me I didn't wanna die a Virgin but we haven't done anything yet except a few kisses here and there.

I chuckled, and I could feel my stomach churning, “My boyfriend for eight years broke up with me on our wedding because he had a son with another woman. And what’s so pathetic of me is that I couldn’t get over him.” Mario nodded. “My girlfriend for fifteen years died in my arms, and she asked me with her last breath to forget her and find someone who would love me like her. She said if I didn’t do as she said, she would never forgive me even in our next life.” “That’s heavy.” I murmured. “Well, at least that boyfriend of mine didn’t die.” “Look at us, we were a miserable couple.” Drunken laugh. “Friends, please.” I corrected Mario.

On the day my brother and I were born, a witch predicted that my success would drive him into severe depression. She said my brother would take wolfsbane and kill himself during our awakening ceremony at eighteen. So for eighteen years, our parents did everything they could to hold me back. On the day of our awakening, my father kicked me into the dungeon once used to hold condemned prisoners. I begged them to let me attend the awakening ceremony, but my father locked the door tight. “You know awakening your wolf could push your brother to his death, and you still insist on going through with the ceremony? Are you actually trying to kill him?” As the silver poison seeped from the chains bind

"Which face, sir? Who are you talking about?" "Sean! My late boyfriend, who was killed!" My mouth flung open; "today is his death anniversary! He fucking died! And I couldn't do anything! Fucking powerless!" He continues to curse, tugging his scalp. I stood still, not knowing what to do and how to react. I was urging him to tell me his pain, but here I was, looking spaced out like a complete fool. "I'm sorry," I began. "I know how hard it is to lose someone you deeply love and cherish, such a feeling isn't easy to deal with"