My Boyfriend's A Zombie Novels & Stories

He sighed and shook his head. “Typical Wilson. You'd expect him to hide the whole ‘mate-bond’ shit,” he muttered under his breath. “Will you tell me what's going on?! And how do you know Kane!” I yelled, my heart racing. He crouched down and looked at my face, “Darling, your sweet, sweet boyfriend is actually a vampire.” I stared at his face for a good minute. Then burst out laughing. He for sure is crazy. "You expect me to believe that? He isn't a vampire,” I sputtered. He chained me only to tell me this? Psycho.

But the thing that was even more rude is, they had unexpectedly got fed with dog food by the very own little girl whose hands had just killed a zombie ruthlessly a while ago and the unfeeling zombie that have no care to his own kind. The single dog zombies who have not yet had been in a relationship in the past and also in the present: ... Wu...Wu... Wu (They are public displaying affection in front of single dogs like us! They are truly a sinner indeed) The woman who's collar was still being dragged by the indifferent zombie who had clearly evolve a while ago at her back: ... Ah, truly unfortunate to run into these lovebirds. Even little girls now had a love life on their own. I am only tor

I chucked reaching over and pinching his cheek. "I hate you" he grumbled, pushing my hands away from his cheek as I sat back down. "Also you promised we'd have a good night, so I want a hell of a lot of tequila" I told him. He flipped me off before he stormed off to the bar. I chuckled as Lennon cuddled back up to me. "So are you and Zeke like a thing?" one of the girls asked. "Oh no" I laughed, shaking my head negatively, "my boyfriend is good friends with Zeke. That's kind of how we met" I explained.

He sighed. “After two days, they informed us that they have recovered some bones and that the forensic report matches your identity, they declared all three of you dead! We dint even know what was happening around us. It was all over the news! Talks about funeral. were flying all around us!” He cringed. “But we couldn’t move, we couldn’t accept it. How could we?” His voice broke. “Past eleven days we have been existing like zombies Ana, we couldn’t accept the reality. Then out of nowhere we got a call today morning saying that you were still alive!” he shook his head disbelievingly.

They introduce themselves and tell me the rules of the game we are about to play. I was selected as a zombie. My part is to act like a zombie and try to infect them with my touch. I had so much fun with the games; many kids joined us. I reunited with my husband during lunch break, but only for a while because he ate with his teammates and the football coach. Zuriel is having fun as well. Sister Atti smiles at me and hands me another sandwich. " Thank you for coming today, Princess. You and your husband have made their day," she says.

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

because I don't think this is anything like a couple. I looked at him, just as he looked at me. His eyes begged for an answer, and my mind didn't hesitate to bring up memories of 'us'... in our most vulnerable moments, when we needed each other. The scene of the attack flashed... "—Where's a damn doctor here? —it was more an order than a demand. The situation seemed ironic to me, plus I needed to make sure nothing serious happened. —Nefertary, please, control that... —"No one controls that," my boyfriend has a better chance of living than those parasites over there who'd rather have those idiots save the dead than the living —I muttered through gritted teeth. I was literally fed up to think

“Here. Hold it like this. Loosen your wrist. You’re too stiff.” I froze, hyper-aware of how close he was, of the steady brush of his breath against my cheek. Together we fired, and the first zombie dropped instantly. “See?” he murmured, his voice low near my ear. “Not so hard when you let me take control.” A shiver crept down my spine but I scoffed to cover it. “You’re insufferable.” But it didn’t matter. He wasn’t Lucien. He never would be.

"The bastards nearly got us killed more times than I care to count. You should've fed them to the zombies. Also, Yvonne never really cared about you, even if you're her boyfriend." I sneered, but I said nothing back. Yes, my plan was to turn them against each other and toss them into the horde and let the zombies take the trash out. But my plan did not do what I needed it to do. I stared at Yvonne, my eyes gleaming coldly. She had her back turned to me.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were worried about it?” “Because it sounded insane and I did not want to prove you right and have you tell me I told you so. How do you tell your best friend that your boyfriend bites you and drinks your blood during sex, and that you love it even though it’s making you sick? You would have thought I’d completely lost my mind.” I reached over and squeezed her hand, trying to figure out how to explain that Jonathan is not human and he probably is a vampire without making her feel even worse about the situation.