Boyfriend To Death Novels & Stories

“Did he die?” “Yes,” I answered with the nod of my head, “but not by Carly’s hand, but by my ex-boyfriends. My extremely jealous and murderous ex boyfriend.” “And that would be Ryan Wingo?” She asked. I nodded my head once more. “Now, tell me about Justin.” This therapist was odd. She missed the point of this whole session. I thought she was going to break me down to get me to talk about Ryan and the final show down’s in Ohio and Florida, but no. I guess she had other plans and other things on her mind. I guess I really didn’t have a choice but to go along with it.

I watch her walk away, my shoulders slumping as she gets into a cab and it drives off. Shittiest boyfriend of the year. I sigh as I shove my hands into my pockets, turning back to the hospital. I should buy the award myself. Or tattoo it on my forehead. So she knows that I don’t deserve her. Because I’ve spent the last two nights in the shower, jerking off to a face that doesn’t look like hers.

Who could it be? “Iam not going to publicize it. Just tell this one,” “The person who took it has already died. I can’t talk about that,” she said sympathetically. “They died? Iam sorry to hear that. But what happened?” “It’s my brother’s girlfriend in Roshord high school. She died in a fire accident. Its important news in Roshord. Don’t you know that?” Care shouted; this time annoyed by this question. “I don’t. I have been busy for a while. Today I broke up with Becca.”

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."

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.”

he said, gazing at me with deep affection and gratitude. I remembered that distant moment about a crying little boy, a burning car, and my desperate will to save him. "So, you were that boy. No wonder you felt so familiar the first time I saw you," I whispered, tears filling my eyes. The voice of the High Priest rose above us as he announced, "In the sacred presence of the Moon Goddess, Alpha Adrian and Luna Lyrik are now bound as eternal mates!" Amid the cheers and blessings of the crowd, we sealed our union with the most important kiss of our destiny.

He said, "Gentlemen, please let Mr. Kensington know that we really couldn't come up with the money, so we found a new way to settle the debt. We've brought him a Christmas gift. He'll definitely like it." One of the men shone a flashlight on my face, making me squint. His voice was flat. "You mean this woman?" Zoe quickly chimed in, grabbing my chin and forcing my face up. "Yes. She's my son's girlfriend. Look at her—doesn't she resemble the woman Mr. Kensington visits at the cemetery every year? We asked around and found that out. "Plus, she studied dance, so she's very flexible. She'll definitely know how to please a man in bed."

Not the sweet kind of laugh a best friend was supposed to give, but the merciless laugh that screamed, Sweetheart, reality is about to hit you with a frying pan. "Lia……..." "He confessed." Emma's laughter died instantly. ".......He what?" "He confessed his feelings to me" "When?" "Two days ago." Emma's eyes widened. "And you never told me?" "I was trying to process it myself!" Emma placed both hands on her waist and looked at Lia as though she'd just announced she was marrying the Pope. "So we're talking about the Matteo De Luca?" "The one and only." "The tall one?" "Yes." "The annoyingly handsome one?"

Qwen said. “Keep shut, Qwen. Didn’t you hear Ricky right now? Your friend’s boyfriend was the one that killed your friend. The name of Melo’s boyfriend was Bane and he was the one that killed Melo. Can’t you get that into your thick skull, you blockhead?” I asked angrily.