Novel & Cerita Boyfriend Of The Dead

I want to smash it into a thousand pieces and bury it back under the floor. BZZZT. The phone vibrates against the sheets. A harsh, angry buzz. I freeze. The screen lights up. Incoming Call. I stare at the Caller ID. The letters dance in front of my eyes, mocking me. Impossible. Hubby. The room spins. My hand moves on its own. I reach out. My fingers brush the cold plastic. It rings again. Loud. Demanding. Hubby. Nikos is dead. I buried him. I saw the closed casket. I threw dirt on the grave.

"We've received a distress signal. The coordinates point to the ruins in the eastern district. A survivor group of about forty is being surrounded by a high-level zombie horde. The situation is critical." I put down the barbell. "Which group?" Iris looked at me. "The leader's name is Emilia Campbell." I froze. Emilia Campbell. That name had been a thorn in my heart for two weeks. I thought I didn't care anymore, but hearing her name again made my heart ache all of a sudden. "During the distress signal, your name was mentioned," Iris continued. "She said that you're her boyfriend, and you'd definitely go and rescue her."

When we finally parted, breathless and dizzy, he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes dark with emotion. “I will not push you further tonight,” he said, repeating the promise he had made before. “I respect you too much to rush this. But I want you to know—from this moment on, you are not alone anymore. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I am only a call away. Ethan may be your boyfriend, but I will be the one who actually sees you.”

The girl's ex-boyfriend wipes away one of the tears with the back of his hand and looks at him. "You and her... Did you have something going on? Were you together?" Sam compresses his lips, weighing the best possible answer before speaking: "We were getting close." "Romantically?" The handsome coppery-eyed man finally looks into Ryan's eyes. "Does it matter now?" The boy looks a little embarrassed. "Well, it's just that you seemed to be with her. Last time, I mean." "And?" "And you must be in a lot of pain." Indeed, even though it was a totally fake burial, based on an equally lying death... Sam tried to shake off the slight feeling of anguish that took over his body.

It’s infuriating and intriguing. She glances up at me with a soft, shy smile. “He was my best friend.” My stomach swoops. “Was?” She nods. “I would say he falls firmly in the ‘sad’ category over ‘hate.’ He, uh, died during prom. They cremated him before I even graduated.” I blow out a breath. “Shit. I’m sorry.” “Me too.” She squeezes my hand. “You would’ve liked him. We were obsessed with Manticore Quest together.”

She walked forward slowly, and even reached out her hand to pat the other coffin before saying, “I’m the girlfriend. So, this coffin is prepared for me, right?” Brayden looked at Freya with cold eyes. “So, it’s you!” He raised his hand immediately. “I will kill you now and bury you along with my son!”

I nugded her hand away and remained the way I was. "I'm not the one laughing," he said. And without any hint of humor, he added, "We are cousins. He is not dead. Yet. He's in the hospital in critical condition and he will not die. That's what I know, so you guys should stop saying what you don't know. It sucks." "Yeah, yeah. If you're cousins with him, then he is my boyfriend, am I right?" Amanda slow clapped with her face paused in disgust for him.

The staff became even more excited, some taking Rumi's joke seriously. "No. I'm not Mr. Rumi's girlfriend," Alice said sincerely. Ashton kept watching, observing how Alice answered each question from the staff. He was relieved that she could keep their secret. "So you're single?" someone pressed. Alice nodded. "Yes. Because my boyfriend is dead." Ashton choked on his water. His nose turned red hearing Alice's confession. So he was considered dead? Really?

I stared at the officer, to be sure that he wasn’t buying her story, but sadly, he was drinking on her every word. “Young man,” the officer said, “I assume you are related to the deceased?” the officer said, “Uhm, No,” I jumped in, “He is my boyfriend,” I said. With proper knowledge of the situation at hand now, I had to act fast.