Boyfriend To Death の小説・ストーリー

"Let him die. He's just another worthless man. My boyfriend is Grayson, not that trash." … In the end, I bought Sonny a plot of land and set up a headstone. Not for anything else—just to do what was right. I hope, in the next life, we never meet again.

She'd been talking about him nonstop for months now and I knew she was very much in love with him. God, I couldn't believe this. On one hand, I could tell her that her boyfriend was a douchebag and that we'd had sex but that would break her heart and it would be my fault on the the other hand it I decided not to say anything, I'd be letting a douchebag like Collen have his way with my best friend. I ran my hands through my wavy blonde hair and groaned in frustration as I stared at my reflection above the vanity. My eyes were puffy with all of the crying I did last night and my hair was a complete mess.

Three days after my boyfriend’s adopted sister died a tragic death, I clutched a so-called "hush money" check in my hand and became an accomplice in everyone’s eyes. My boyfriend once knelt in the pouring rain to beg me, and his sister's five-year-old daughter cried and begged me to testify, but I refused them both. Ten years later, when I was dying of cancer, my boyfriend Keal Simpson had become a billionaire. He founded a brain-computer interface tech company and developed a memory extraction device intended for the dead. If used on the living, it causes immense pain.

That day, I was feeling overwhelmed, so my best friend, Shirley Jones, suggested we go out to unwind. We ended up at a bar, where I saw Felix, forced by his agent to entertain clients. He looked pitiful, and in a moment of weakness, I decided to get him out of there. But it was not without conditions. I made him agree to be my boyfriend for three years. At first, we were just fulfilling the contract, but eventually, we developed real feelings. He even promised that he would work hard and marry me one day. But now? I could not stop my tears from falling.

“Like I ruined things between us.” He stops walking. Levi sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not that… I haven’t told you about it.” I say nothing, waiting for him to continue. “My boyfriend died. Two years ago. It broke me. I haven’t really let anyone in since. You’re the first. And I guess last night scared me because… I liked it. I liked kissing you. A lot. And it felt like maybe I was moving on too fast.” My chest constricts “Levi… I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

"He's leaving daddy, he's moving away and I'm just going to die if I don't see him again. You have to do something daddy please." What the fuck? What the fuck has this kid been doing with my kid? If I find out he's been doing more than holding her hand on my couch, I'll bury his ass in the backyard; lil punk. "Baby, you're not gonna die, come on. You'll make other friends, it's not as bad as all that. What about all those nice girls that are always here eating me out of house and home" "DADDY" "What?" "It's not the same thing, he's my boyfriend, we're in love"

He let out a laugh as if it was the funniest thing ever, making the other two chuckle along with him. “Let us go!” I screamed, thrashing in his hold. “She’s a feisty little one.” He tightened his hold on me, almost crushing me. “I will enjoy you before I snap that pretty little neck of yours.” He whispered in my ear, dragging his nose alongside my cheek. I gagged. “H-he’s going to kill you.” I choked out. “And who’s going to kill me? Your boyfriend? I have some news for you; he’s already dead.” He laughed.

Riko asked. “Yeah, the crotch-throat grab. I mean, there are worse ways to go than between Scarlet Johnansan’s thighs.” Forrest shrugged. Riko furrowed his brow as I reached around her and smacked him in the head. “What? I said there are worse. My optimal death scene is eating Riko out.” Forrest smirked, winking at her. Riko huffed, rolling her eyes. “Right cause I want the trauma and therapy bills for having my boyfriend die eating me out.” she whispered, blushing, trying to hide her face as some other people waiting were giving us weird looks.

“Do you know how badly you have disgraced me? Everyone is outside, waiting for your virginal blood. Do you know what they will think of me if I can't provide that? They will call me a fool. Weak. Stupid.” “I'm sorry.” I rasp, sounding stupid—as if that will change the situation or stop the fact that my death warrant has just been signed. “Do you wish to die so badly? You choose to die instead of telling me who the bastard is? Is it your little boyfriend? Because I will put a bullet through his head, and you will watch. Do you love him that much?” “you like the way he f*cked your little slutty pu**y, right? He makes you moan so loud, he drilled you so hard you’re willing to lay down your life

Vivian said slowly, “the one who died seven years ago — he’s not dead.” The kitchen was absolutely, completely still. “What do you mean he’s not dead,” I said. “I mean he’s alive.” Vivian’s voice was doing something strange — not shaking, not breaking, just becoming very small and very precise. “He’s been alive the whole time. And my boyfriend knew where he was. My boyfriend has known for three years, and he’s been paying someone to pretend to be my brother in photographs and voice messages so I wouldn’t find out the truth.”