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

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.

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.

“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.

he said, referring to Zade, “he doesn’t back down and hates being walked over. They ended up having a petty fight in the end.” Even they weren’t spared from his temper? Well, neither was I. So, I supposed it was a tie. “I feel like I’ve seen him before… I just can’t place where,” Wat said, trying to think. “Me neither,” Zade chimed in. “He’s my boyfriend,” I said casually. The words hit them like a bomb—jaws dropped and eyes were wide open, completely in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?” they asked in unison, as if waiting for me to say it was a joke.

The nurse I had spoken to on the phone, allows me to head in to see her, once she finds out that I am her boyfriend. She tells me about how they’ve tried everything. None of them can understand why she wouldn’t just wake up. She leaves shortly after. The room is finally empty. Violet looks paler than I’ve ever seen her. Whoever had sunk his fangs into her pretty little neck had done quite a number on her. I wish I could rip his head off, for daring to play with my favorite toy. “You’re white like a ghost,” I lean in, running my fingers up and down the twin fang marks on the left side of her neck. “You’re still pretty though. The corpse aesthetic really does look good on you.”

Because shit it is cold in here. Shit I have done all this whilst Kingston just stands awkwardly behind me. My hand still in his. We swung by his place before coming back to mine so he could grab a few things since he’s going to just spend the night at mine. No stormy weather needed. He is now my boyfriend. Far out, never in a million years did I think I would have a boyfriend in junior year. And it be Kingston James. But here we are. And I god do I love the sound of it.

he says and he is feeling my forehead. I want to tell him that I am a werewolf and can't get sick but then I see Ed walking towards us. “Let's go," I tell my boyfriend and take his hand and I literally run. I am not ready. Why now?