Boyfriend To Death Novels & Stories

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.

Those little things, those little moments we had, they weren't little. We had a bond, a one they all couldn't break. It was so strong, even stronger than their hate. But we are no longer just two innocent kids, playing in a basement. That exact bond is doing this to him now and the only way to finally break it and free us both, it has to be — my death. Because, I'd rather die and bury that bond with me than live my whole life with him hating me. Our story can't end in hate like they all wanted, it can end in one way only; my death.

I thought what happened was real, I thought I was dead, I thought. I cried in Joseph's chest. "Honey, don't worry. No one will hurt you anymore, no one will hurt you anymore because Aunt Beth is gone." I stopped crying and faced Joseph again. "Huh? What's gone?" "He's gone, he tried to enter Tito Joel's house. He didn't know there was a guard at Tito's house, he thought we were the only ones with a guard so he had the courage to enter Tito's house. There was a shootout there and he was killed Aunt Beth of the police. She's loved no more, no villain in our lives."

No one, Mr Kidnapper, my father, will be hurt that he can't use me just as my boyfriend will be. "There is no one who will come looking for me." He chuckles slightly. "Your mother?" "Dead." He doesn't stop at my word; he just continues on his path. "Father?" "No idea who he is." That isn't a lie. "Siblings?" God, is he really going to ask about everyone? "Dead." He stops slightly at that. "Boyfriend?" He glances at the ring on my finger. "Dead, if you must know. My mother died, and within minutes of being told, my sister and boyfriend were shot in front of me."

And since I am the best friend and supposedly the last one she was seen talking to, I am the one who is constantly being asked if I know where she is; third, my date, who is Aninka's great boyfriend, is running off to find her. So, per Aninka's instructions I have to stop; and fourth, the guy who constantly bothered me, but later helped me, who is my best friend's brother and an enemy of my brother and his clan, is flirting with me in front of several people. Can my night get any worse? The last point is the worst of all. Ever since my boyfriend died in that accident. I haven't had any relationship or scandal with another guy, so if my mother hears that a young and high class guy is interest

"You're right, my little light. Not if. I am going to be your boyfriend." "You already are," he mumbled, causing my heart to erupt in flames. "But, let's hear it," I suddenly felt the weight of his arms on my shoulders. His fingers tracing my neck as he tilted his head. "Hmm. It didn't sound like you're going to be unfaithful, right?" Dryness scratched the back of my throat and words died at the tip of my tongue. "I-I told you already. Beheading doesn't kill us." "True, but before I actually figure out how to piece you back together, you'd be dead, at least death will keep you faithful," his eyes darkened. He paused and looked down between our bodies, "Seriously?"

I asked casually. His jaw tightened. “Oops,” I added. “Wait. You can’t ask him. He’s dead.” His fist connected with my jaw so fast I didn’t even see it coming. “You killed him!” he shouted. “Ace killed him,” I corrected, “and honestly? You punch like a little girl.” He groaned. “Shut up.” “No,” I said cheerfully. “So tell me—any girlfriend? Boyfriend? Someone who tolerates you? No? Didn’t think so.”