Boyfriend To Death Strade Novels & Stories

"As young people in love, we argue all the time, but we would also make up with one another really quickly. "My boyfriend also feels like I'm the youngest, most zestful girlfriend he's had. He can't bear to break up with me. "It's such a pity that I had to deliver these sandwiches for Alpha Matthew that I couldn't make out with my boyfriend for longer even though we've just made up…"

He muttered and I looked at him, shocked by his hurt expression. " What break-up?" I asked, completely dumbfounded. " Isabella said your boyfriend broke up with you that day so..." " My dad died that day, Rex" I said my voice sounding shaky and he snapped his head towards my direction, his eyes holding so much emotion. " What? But she said...." " She lied to you. I didn't break up with my boyfriend" I said, intentionally trying to make it seem like I had one then. " Tory, I'm so sorry, she never told me" he said passing his hand through his hair. I shook my head and scoffed.

Just two days ago he asked me to break up with Freddy, my boyfriend, but I ignored him and continued with him. In fact, my boyfriend Freddy was my weakness. He had been the most amazing guy I had ever met in my life, and he loved me as much as I loved him. Freddy was the brother of the pack's alpha, but he still had less responsibility. Our pack was huge and pretty organised, in fact, we had rules that other packs didn't have. But the most dazzling rule was the alpha-only rule. An alpha could not refuse his destined mate, otherwise his destined mate would die of pain on that day.

“He’s married to Adley Kross. Her K & B Designs is topnotch.” Striker finally let go of a breath and smiled. “That’s how we met. Well, formally met.” If I guessed it right, there was something dirty meaning behind those words. “I also knew him before. He’s a ruthless capitalist, just fighting ranks between him and Dad. So, I kindly hate his gut. Sorry.” “I like her, Cade. She and Adley will be best friends.” He winked at me. Striker wrapped his arms around me securely and possessively. “Careful. When women are together, they are a force of nature.”

DEMONTE DAMELO! And the world could hardly believe that I am right now in the embrace of that world famous mafia who has been able to mess with the cops of different parts of the world. It’s not that I am proud that my boyfriend is a mafia but I just couldn’t believe that I am with him every time when I think that he is THE EAGLE. “But you killed two people in a row when I was here,” I said and he chuckled. “I don’t kill everyone Belle. I just kill the people who deserves to die and who knows my identity. I never leave a clue and that is the reason that no one could ever catch me.

] Then, he dressed in all black and visited my grave. He was also wearing a wedding ring on his ring finger. The inscription on my tombstone wrote, [The grave of my beloved wife, Summer.] Orion looked a lot thinner. His eyes were filled with sorrow as he hugged my tombstone tightly. Following that, he drank some pesticide and said, “I can’t move on without you, Summer. “My time is frozen in the past with you.”

"Do you think it's that easy? It's not as easy as you think. It's rather embarrassing." He scoffs. "She's doing the same thing. There's no need to be embarrassed." I frown. "Do you mean that my mom has a boyfriend?" I ask. "Huh? No, I didn't say that." "'She's doing the same thing.' You made it sound like she's still active. I'm pretty sure she stopped having sex when Dad died," I say. He laughs at my words. "What? What are you laughing at? What is funny?"

Theodore King moves closer to his son, it seems like he’s trying to control his temper. “Let's not argue about this, Truce. It was what Ronan wanted and I'm sure you'd want to honor his wish. Marry Janelle and become the GodFather of the Inner Circle.” Their sword clash against each other with a deafening bang, that sends my heart racing faster. Beads of sweat form on my forehead. Ronan? My deceased father. Why would my father want me to marry Truce and what exactly is the Inner Circle? “First she’s just fifteen and I’m only twenty”. Truce's voice is raised, slightly showing that he is already angry. His damn back-length auburn hair clung to the side of his very manly, perfect face, remindin

Through the loud music, his ears caught a familiar voice, though it was faint. "You look so beautiful tonight, babe." Zayn's eyes widened at the scene before him. On a sofa in the corner of the room, a drunken Dave was shamelessly making out—not with just one, but with three different women. Zayn’s chest tightened, his fists clenched, and his heart pounded wildly. "Tch! Just as I thought—you really are an animal! My instincts were right all along," he growled. "I regret ever letting you near my sister."

The waiter, noticing my daze, offered a kind reminder. "Ah… it's so late already," I murmured without thinking. He blinked in surprise. "But the gentleman who made the reservation still hasn't come? He specifically arranged something special…" Yes. Special arrangements. Not that they were needed anymore. I lowered my head and glanced again at the post on my phone. Then, standing up, I gave a faint, apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. My boyfriend married someone else tonight. I won't keep you from closing." The waiter gaped, speechless, as I hurried out, terrified that my grief would spill over in front of strangers.