Boyfriend To Death Strade Novels & Stories

On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”

I lost my dear son, Henry, to a traffic accident. He had been on his way to one of his part-time jobs. Despite working a lot, my son was still a top scorer on the SATs. “Mom, I don’t want treatment,” he begged with his last breath. “I just want Dad.” In my despair, I called Matthew Foster, my husband, more than one hundred times, but he never answered. We had been married for eighteen years, but one day, he spent all of our savings in order to pay for the treatment of his deceased comrade’s son. That got us into a debt worth one million dollars. To help him pay for it, both Henry I and worked hard to earn money. My son went as far as working five part-time jobs a day! That accident cracked his head open and tore his stomach. He was in urgent need of money for treatment. Since Matthew was not responding, I had to leave Henry’s side to rush to his workplace, where I ended up hearing that he was throwing a party for someone else’s son because he had gotten into a prestigious school. “Mr. Foster gave Zack a seaside mansion, a luxury car, and a limitless black card in hopes that he will succeed in his future studies and have a smooth and healthy life.” As I watched my “poor” husband hug his comrade’s widow and son, I called him for the 101st time. “Henry wants to see you one last time.” “I’m busy right now, Wendy. Be good with Henry and wait a little while longer.” When Matthew hung up impatiently, I put down my phone in silence. I whispered, “Matthew, Henry can no longer wait for you.” At that moment, I decided that I was not going to wait for him anymore either.

A Date with My Ex-Boyfriend’s Dad At 22, Amelia is a thriving photographer—until her ex-boyfriend shatters her world. Desperate to move on, she agrees to a blind date, expecting nothing… until she meets Ethan Blackwood. Older. Powerful. Irresistibly charming. Their chemistry is instant, their connection undeniable. For the first time in years, Amelia feels alive. But neither of them knows the truth. Ethan is her ex-boyfriend’s father. When the past collides with the present, will love survive—or will it all come crashing down?

Naomi Kim works in a small coffee shop in the middle of the busiest town of Hongdae Seoul, South Korea. She graduated college and was looking for a bigger job since she has to support her cost of living alone. A young man who happened to be their loyal customer, always dropped by in their shop every morning to have his cup of coffee, will help her to get into the big company she's aiming for but in one condition, Naomi will have to be his girlfriend. Naomi accepted it, thinking that it is not a big deal for her to have a boyfriend. But little did she know, his boyfriend is the CEO of the company she'll work for and a Mafia Boss. Lucas Manoban pretended to be a poor young man, who works as a librarian in the little library in town. He kept his identity to the young woman so she wouldn't get scared at him. But one incident will reveal all of the secrets in his life, which is also the reason to change the flow of their sweet yet boring relationship.

My boyfriend, Blake Finch, has passed out drunk on the bed. All I hear is his loud snores. But his roommate, Dylan Olson, begins to scoot closer to me. I can feel scorching heat rolling off his body. "Giselle, what should we do now that Blake is asleep?" A mix of embarrassment and a quiet thrill shoots through my veins, making my throat go dry. "No… Ah… Don't do this… He's going to wake up…" As soon as my voice falls, I feel a hand rest on my butt. Soon, it starts groping me.

In my previous life, my husband had suddenly died of a brain hemorrhage, leaving behind a massive mountain of debt. For the sake of my son, who was still in high school, I sold the house my parents had left me, gritted my teeth, and worked three jobs to pay off the debt. Overworked and exhausted, my health deteriorated, and I eventually collapsed in the hospital. From my bed, I could hear my son, now a graduate from a prestigious university, smiling as he spoke on the phone. "Hello? Dad, it's me. Yeah, she's about to die. I bought insurance for her, so we should get close to one million. You and Aunt Rena should come back home right away." The "Aunt Rena" he spoke of was none other than my husband's childhood friend and neighbor who had known him for years. It turned out that the debts were all part of a massive money-laundering scheme between my husband and his childhood sweetheart. They had fabricated false accounts to hide their crime, and he had faked his death to escape the law. My son, eager to become the heir to wealth, had stood by and watched me work myself to death. When I next opened my eyes, I was back in the moment of my husband's feigned brain hemorrhage, the day it had all begun.

I make my final phone call to my boyfriend when a murderer is hunting me down. He thinks I'm messing with him and hangs up on me. That destroys the final sliver of hope I have for survival. He's celebrating his childhood friend's birthday when I'm being murdered. Later, as a restorative embalmer, he receives a body to restore. He loses his mind when he restores my shattered skull and realizes the body is mine.

On the day I was kidnapped, my husband was looking after his sick sweetheart. I called him, asking him for help. Yet, he merely replied coldly, "Danica, you are a bad liar." After that, he heartlessly hung up the phone call on me, causing me to get brutally murdered by the kidnappers. I failed to show up as scheduled on the day we agreed to finalize our divorce. He called me in exasperation, only for the phone call to be answered by the police. "Mr. Ferguson, are you a family member of the deceased Danica Reed?"

​One fake fiancé. Two dangerous secrets. Zero room for error. ​Zoey Aguilar has lost it all: her wedding, her status, and her pride. To survive her ex’s high-profile gala with her head held high, she needs a miracle. Or at least, a very convincing fake fiancé. ​But the man who shows up isn't the escort she hired. ​Enter Christian Bellucci. Reclusive, powerful, and cold, he’s a billionaire who doesn't play games unless he’s winning them. He needs Zoey just as much as she needs him, and he’s willing to lie to the world to get what he wants. ​As their "relationship" becomes a public obsession, the lines between acting and reality begin to blur. Caught between a past that won’t let go and a man whose calm control hides a storm of devotion, Zoey realizes she’s trapped in a web of family pressure and deadly jealousy. ​In this game of revenge and ownership, Zoey must decide: is she reclaiming her life, or is she becoming his most prized possession? ​Walking away once cost Zoey her reputation. This time, it might cost her life.

My boyfriend, Leon Kramer, goes on a ten-day trip. When he comes back, he suddenly makes a casual remark as we lay in bed after an intimate session in bed. He says, "I've never noticed how fair you are." After he falls asleep, I take a look at the photo gallery on his phone. There are hundreds of photos featuring him and the woman he's been with over the last ten days. She has tanned skin and isn't as fair as I am. I put his phone back without a word. Actually, my new target isn't as fair as Leon is. I keep quiet about it, afraid of exposing myself.