Boyfriend To Death Novels & Stories

I would have jumped from there and accepted death, because it was easier than putting up with the level of tragedy I had brought to all my acquaintances. I was totally desolate, and Colton allowed me to cry very loudly. He didn't hug me to comfort me. He didn't cuddle. And he didn't even say a nice word. He just waited until my crying became some small hiccups and I could lower my hands to my lap. The necklace still swayed on my neck, because the current was a little wider, but the golden glow should still shine against all the darkness inside my chest. I just wanted to end all that. I didn't want to fight anymore. Even if I had promised. Even if I swore that I would go to Turkey with my own

“I... don't know what..y-you mean, ah!” “Then I'll fucking tell you. Your boyfriend killed my brother! Your boyfriend killed my entire men, burnt many of my warehouses and destroyed my businesses. He ruined my business and committed the worst sin of all which was killing my little brother Aryan. He made him suffer and I'll make him suffer as well. I'll ruin him if it takes me to my grave. Stephano De Luan will die and I found his weakness recently.” A creepy and sadistic smile appeared on his lips at the end of his words and Rose looked at him in shock when he leaned closer to touch her cheeks.

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.”

The waiter, noticing my daze, offered a kind reminder. "Ah… it's so late already," I murmured without thinking. He blinked in surprise. "But the gentleman who made the reservation still hasn't come? He specifically arranged something special…" Yes. Special arrangements. Not that they were needed anymore. I lowered my head and glanced again at the post on my phone. Then, standing up, I gave a faint, apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. My boyfriend married someone else tonight. I won't keep you from closing." The waiter gaped, speechless, as I hurried out, terrified that my grief would spill over in front of strangers.

For the first time, I spoke gently, like a girl in love, and he responded in a tender tone I had never known from him before. If that was really nothing, then who had I been to him? My wrist ached where he held it so tightly, and suddenly I felt like crying. He claimed to be my boyfriend, and I allowed him to toy with me while keeping my feelings secret. When he said he wasn't, I had to pull back, behave as I should, and even help him with someone else's romance. Our relationship had always been dictated by him. I took a deep breath and lifted my chin, fighting back tears, and forced the lightest, most casual tone I could muster. "Jason, you're such a fool—you really got tricked. I haven't l

Ashley’s POV For a moment, relief washed over me so strongly that I nearly collapsed. Jeff was alive! He had somehow been luckier than I and had managed to get away from these monsters. All this while, I had been tormenting myself with horrible thoughts of what might have happened to him, but he got away. The feeling of relief didn’t last at all. One of the men continued talking in his somber and clinical tone. “The man your boyfriend beat up succumbed to his injuries. He died yesterday morning.” He informed me.

But my keys were still in my hand and my lock was still a few steps away, and he was still between me and it. My thoughts flashed to Leonard again. To his voice in my ear, flirting with me. To the way his stare went dark when his eyes landed on me. I hated how it made me feel cornered from two sides. Adrian’s control and Leonard’s control. But I was going to be toast if Adrian realized I had anything to do with his father. “I have a boyfriend,” The words slipped out from my mouth before I could stop it. Adrian went still. His expression then changed. The serene mask broke open. "A boyfriend." He repeated.

Why did it feel like I was the one who’d been caught? I hadn’t done anything wrong. If anyone was at fault, it was Nate. He’d ignored me—his girlfriend—and driven some other girl home. Shawn noticed Nate too. “That man looks like he might murder me… is he your boyfriend?” Before I could speak, Nate answered for me. “Yes, I’m her boyfriend, Nate Hart. And you are…?” He extended his hand politely toward Shawn—but his face said anything but polite. Shawn froze for a beat, then a mischievous grin spread across his face.

Tai said dryly and Brooke laughed. "She cares for Indie, that's all that matters. I can handle her being a bitch most of the time if she cares about Indie," Brooke said. "What's up with that girl?" Tai wondered. "She seems... Depressed. Really fucking depressed." "It's because she is," Brooke said simply and glanced at Tai. "Look, it's not a secret, but don't go talking out loud about it... Her boyfriend died. He was murdered." "Shit, I thought this town was safe," Tai gasped.

He said. "Oh my God! now I get" I said climbing down from the bed pacing up and down the room. So that was why he had some weird looking guys as friends. I remembered exactly how a boy was killed because of this kind of stuff. After they thought he had taken all the money to himself, or maybe he had probably taken it, a group of boys were sent to beat and behead him. He was brutally killed and after that they dumped his body in a bush. This incident had happened just last year around the area I lived and had spread like wild fire. And since then I saw the said Yahoo guys as cruel people, never did I know that was what my boyfriend did for a living. "Babe what's that? He asked coming over to