Boyfriend To Death Novels & Stories

He informed me. The words didn’t make any sense to me at first, because I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that Jeff was somewhere out there, whole, hale, and hearty. “Died? I don’t understand …” I trailed off, my voice barely audible, as what the man just said slowly began to dawn on me. I immediately began to feel sick. This wasn’t going to be good at all. “You don't understand what it means for someone to die? That man has been in the hospital this whole time, and a lot of money has been spent to save his life, but unfortunately, he died yesterday. Your boyfriend is still at large.”

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.

“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

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

"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.

No, there’s none of that. This is the story about how I met my boyfriend’s girlfriend.

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.