Boyfriend To Death Novels & Stories

I’d watched her get smaller and smaller in the distance, until she was just a dark speck. When the news of my death reached her, something snapped. She lost herself. My father held her together as best he could, while their pack crumbled around him. The real killer never spent a single day paying for it. And in the end, it was my own boyfriend, Caleb, who swallowed our pack and sent my parents to the block. A debt like that doesn’t go unpaid. Killian felt me stop struggling and slowly let go of my arm. “If you stop hurting yourself, I’ll play along.”

He was like a hard rock; he let me bring him to death as he died without saying a word. The next boy who was going to meet my boyfriend was the handsome boy who looked like an actor, but regardless of his looks, there was one certain thing that was going to happen: he would say goodbye to this world. His life lies in my hands, but my life also lies in his life. I didn't care anymore if other people would judge me if I didn't have any mercy for others.

I had always known Tom had a thing for me but I never gave him a chance because I had Rowan. Tom was way more handsome than Rowan, with the tempting hazel eyes and plump heart shaped lips that always looked so succulent, they begged to be kissed. "So, uh, Jade, how's that boyfriend of yours. I think it was Matthew? Peter?" Tom said, sounding sarcastic. He never really liked Rowan and would always tell me I deserved someone better. And I bet that someone was him in a pretext. "They're no longer together. That Raymond guy is an a**hole." Valerie fumed.

- Okay. That is good. I took a deep breath. The wolf even smelled like Josh. That deep, primal scent that took me over the edge. At the moment, it was the most delicious smell in the world. "Josh," I whispered against his fur. “It's been such an intense day for me. Listen, I'm really sorry about the way I reacted this morning. I know you know my dad died. He was killed in a factory accident. But what you don't know is that five months ago my boyfriend died here in the woods. He went hiking with a friend, and they decided to hike over one of the rocky ravines beyond. Ben slipped and fell into a crevice. He broke several bones and his head. The friend couldn't get him out, and when he returned

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

Fuck, whenever I hear that, I feel like falling into a hole and never coming out. That fact that my private matter is now something discussed hit a spot in me, and it's all because of my stupid, immature boyfriend Tommy. God, I hate him with everything in me. “What should I do with her? Should I kill her?” My eyes shot to the driver and back at the tall stranger. Why are they discussing death like it's some normal thing? Who are they? Oh my God, am I going to die like the girls back in the cell? “No, She's too expensive. Plus, she was bought with my money so that makes her mine now.” I don't know why I'm feeling relieved even though I'm not supposed to because I'm just being claimed like I'm

“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