Boyfriend To Death Strade Novels & Stories

The girl's ex-boyfriend wipes away one of the tears with the back of his hand and looks at him. "You and her... Did you have something going on? Were you together?" Sam compresses his lips, weighing the best possible answer before speaking: "We were getting close." "Romantically?" The handsome coppery-eyed man finally looks into Ryan's eyes. "Does it matter now?" The boy looks a little embarrassed. "Well, it's just that you seemed to be with her. Last time, I mean." "And?" "And you must be in a lot of pain." Indeed, even though it was a totally fake burial, based on an equally lying death... Sam tried to shake off the slight feeling of anguish that took over his body.

She never made it to the hospital and died shortly after from a full-blown syphilis outbreak. As for Joseph and the impersonator, they also succumbed to complications of syphilis. They were reportedly beaten and left hanging in the restroom for three days before losing all signs of life. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. After acquiring Empire Group, I aggressively deployed the three-billion-dollar project funds and drove rapid expansion across the board. The returns surged visibly. Dad was overjoyed and directly promoted me to the headquarters for executive-level management. My career continued to rise, and everything in life moved in a steady, upward trajectory.

The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on. Damian did not waste time. He leaned forward, eyes cold as they locked on mine. “Let us be clear. I only agreed to this madness because my stepmother begged me. Do not think for one second that this means I accept you. You are the reason my brother is dead. If you had not distracted him with your constant needs, he would still be here.” The words landed like slaps. I flinched but forced myself to meet his gaze. “I loved Alex. I never wanted any of this.”

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.

My stomach dipped, but I still held my smile. I never liked talking about Voss Solano. "Well, I know Dante, and I know how much he put his back into this season. I was there all through, and I know he will win! That's all. Have a nice day, thank you." With that, I turned around and left as everyone talked and called out to me. The mention of Voss Solano made sweat beads break on my forehead. Voss Solano is Dante's older brother, who played for Valkyrie Rovers. He was also nominated this season. He had been nominated every season since he started playing, and he had won every season.

"Why did you have to leave so soon, dummy?" I froze, tears streaming down my ghostly cheeks. Zachary's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he brushed snowflakes from his shoulder. "Don't become their sister again in your next life." I choked out, "Alright. In my next life, I'll be your wife and nothing else."

, 003: Fake boyfriend **Jordan Hayes** When I suggested the fake-boyfriend idea, I half-expected Damien to dismiss it—maybe even call me out on my bullshit. Instead, he shocked me by grabbing the creep by the back of the neck and slamming his face into the bar. He beat him viciously while vociferously declaring I belonged to him and threatening severe consequences to anyone who dared bother me again. I watched from the corner as Damien hauled the man up, slamming his face down again. Blood dripped onto the chipped wood. Everyone cleared out fast, scattering like they'd seen a ghost.

I didn't like that. Or maybe I did. I couldn't tell. Maybe I was drunk. Drunk Zinnia and sober Grayson weren't meant to be in the same sentence or exist in the same space, but yet here we were, in a bathroom at the club where my boyfriend left me. His hands dropped to my sides, caging me in. The scent of his cologne hit me— classy but with a rough edge to it. Silver dangled from his neck, hovering dangerously above exposed skin.

Hell no. "What?" Chloe asks, blinking and looking away for a second, trying to remember everything in my office, "There's only like three or four guys in your floor. Is it the old one, the crazy one or the emo one? I'm pretty sure the emo one is gay. And we don't need another gay boyfriend in the family." "Fuck you," Celeste growls at her, since her first ever boyfriend turned out to be into boys too. They're really good friends now, "Who is it?"

He took a deep breath, "It started when my dad died. I wasn't always this way, and at times, I really hate myself for being like I am. When he died, I got scared that those who I really loved wouldn't always be here for me. They'll end up leaving me when I need them most, and I just couldn't take that thought. So, I pushed it to the back of my mind, sleeping with girls left and right, but not trying for a long term relationship. I didn't believe that any of the girls would want to stay with me. Why would they when I don't even want to stay with me?" I sat myself up, "Hey, don't say that. Don't ever think of yourself like that, Connor." I placed one of my hands on his forearm, "Any girl would