My Boyfriend's Beloved Is Dying Novel Novels & Stories

"You really think you made it here on your own? You think you’re that capable? "And let me tell you one last thing. Emma passed away. While you were with Zia, her condition got worse. She wanted you by her side, but you hung up on her and blocked her." Felix could not seem to process this. He grabbed Shirley, asking why I had died. "No, it can’t be true. Just one more year! I was so close to making enough money to leave this industry, and then we could’ve been together forever." Shirley shoved him away and left.

I had a tumor in my stomach, and I would not live much longer. Donating my bone marrow would inevitably become the greatest catalyst to push my death forward. I would not leave the operating table alive. “It’s fine.” The pain on my body could not compare to the pain in my heart. Since no one looked forward to my living, it would be better if I just died. The nurse who had held my phone for me came back in a hurry. Her eyes sparkled, as if she was giving me my final hope. Jacob York, my boyfriend’s name, shone on the screen, and it stung my eyes.

I argued. "This is a matter of life and death, Tessa! Why are you so hung up about the money?" Jonathan swatted me away impatiently. I lost my balance and fell. A sharp pain bolted through me from the waist down, and I wanted to call for help. The last thing I saw before I passed out was Jonathan leaving me. He didn't so much as spare me a backward glance. … It was late at night when I finally came to. I was alone in the dark hospital room, and I didn't have to be a psychic to know Jonathan was keeping Charlotte and Amanda company.

It’s infuriating and intriguing. She glances up at me with a soft, shy smile. “He was my best friend.” My stomach swoops. “Was?” She nods. “I would say he falls firmly in the ‘sad’ category over ‘hate.’ He, uh, died during prom. They cremated him before I even graduated.” I blow out a breath. “Shit. I’m sorry.” “Me too.” She squeezes my hand. “You would’ve liked him. We were obsessed with Manticore Quest together.”

I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle. My fingers tremble as I flip to the end. I already know what happens, but I can’t stop myself. Luke Thorne, the immortal hockey star. The one man who ever loved like he meant it. And the heroine fails him. I stare at the final panel, my tears dripping onto the page. “She let him die,” I whisper. My throat closes. “She let him die alone.” I press the book to my chest and sob, rocking back and forth like a child.

Something in the way she said my name made my stomach drop and I knew instantly that what was happening was bigger than what I might be imagining. “Hey,” I said softly. “Please, talk to me, you're making me scared. What happened? Why are you crying?” She tried to speak again but failed. Then she tried again “My—” Her voice broke completely. “My boyfriend is dead.” The words hit me so fast I could swear my ears had heard wrongly. And the moment the words fully register, the world tilted. I pressed the phone tighter to my ear. “What?” She sobbed then, a raw, broken sound that didn’t sound like it should come from a human’s throat. “He’s gone. Isla, he’s actually gone. Oh my God, I can't believ

He informed me. The words didn’t make any sense to me at first, because I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that Jeff was somewhere out there, whole, hale, and hearty. “Died? I don’t understand …” I trailed off, my voice barely audible, as what the man just said slowly began to dawn on me. I immediately began to feel sick. This wasn’t going to be good at all. “You don't understand what it means for someone to die? That man has been in the hospital this whole time, and a lot of money has been spent to save his life, but unfortunately, he died yesterday. Your boyfriend is still at large.”

“Mila! I have all the footage I just shot on my phone! I can edit it, flip it, and make you the victim and the heroine. I’ll be the villain for the world to target! All the traffic would go to you! From now on, live-streaming sales, advertising gigs, variety shows... I’ll handle all your operations! Just say the word, and I’ll immediately issue a statement, retiring from the internet and handing over my account to you!” He spoke faster and faster. His voice warbled in the heat like an overloaded, broken bellow. I laughed. “Rio, do you think I was reborn just to partner with you in feasting on someone else’s misfortune? “This time around, I chose a different script. “I’m here to feast on your

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

There wasn’t a single day that I didn’t pray and wish upon the stars that he would come back for good one day, after leaving me with promises that someday he'd come back home and stay alive. "Celestina," mom called me with such a faint voice. My heart was skipping a beat, not due to excitement, but rather because I felt that she wouldn’t be giving me any good news at all. I stood in front of her, and she held both of my hands. Her grip tightened at the same time that she bit her lower lip. "I don’t want to prolong what I have to say. Your boyfriend, Ice... he died while fighting in another war with nature. We saw him assisting other people to escape the continuous and unstoppable disasters.