My Boyfriend's Beloved Is Dying Novel の小説・ストーリー

I am afraid that I'll be spoiling my story but I think he will not read it anyway so. "The ending is tragic. In the end, they will learn that the girl has an incurable disease. After that, because the boy really loves the girl he will take his life and follow the girl to death. That is the end!" I told him what the ending of my story is. "What? I can't believe you can do such things even in your story! Haven't you felt the pain while writing this?" He asked me. Yeah, I haven't felt any pain because I never felt love before, or I did felt it but I didn't remember how it feels. Anyways I decided not to answer him but I only smile instead.

he said, standing up to follow me "I do"I said although I didn't believe him "It's the story of a girl who can't go out during the day since she has a skin disorder or something like that and she meets a guy who loves her...." "Let me guess they didn't end up together"I said opening the freezer to get the ingredients needed "Yes"he seemed surprised. "But it was because she died" he concluded and stared at me. "What?"I asked "Isn't that a touching story?"he asked

His loud groans increased and his dick turned more woody, standing more erect like ebony. "Do you do this to him too?" His sudden question prompted me to look at him. I assumed he was drunk and continued slurping on him but he repeated the question again. "Do you do this to your boyfriend too?" I chuckled, tilting my head to the side. What did the mean? I only had a bastard boyfriend and he was dead. He killed him with his own hands. I watched him die. Maybe he was drunk. "I don't have a boyfriend, Alessandro." I replied him with a little smile. "And if you meant Julian, you should know he's dead and six feets below."

And now, she had found her mate—the heir to the werewolf kingdom. They had met at an academic conference, where he had been immediately taken with her. He had quietly supported her and worked by her side. The similar frequency between the two gradually opened the long-sealed doors to Serena's heart. They had fallen in love and, ultimately, had married. Instantly, the noise around them faded away. Caspian gripped his wine glass tightly. His once-stoic face now cracked with emotion. Zephyr let out an agonized howl as he collapsed in pain.

Saint stood in the middle of the living room like he’d been waiting all night, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette between his fingers. He didn’t look furious. That was worse. Calm Saint was always worse. I forced my lips into something close to a smile, though my voice betrayed me. “Hi.” He tilted his head, exhaling smoke slowly before answering. “How’s your boyfriend?” My chest stuttered. Boyfriend? I froze, staring at him, but he didn’t blink. He just stood there, waiting for my answer. I swallowed hard. “He’s dying.” My voice wavered even though I tried to make it flat.

[ IN WHICH THERE IS WAR AND DEATH ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — There is something else you should know: I die at the end. Just like any other human being, I die. But there is something else that I'm not proud to say, and it is that; my lover is the reason I die. He killed me.

So in the end it seemed that only their feeble sobs converse. What is happening right now is the truth. But she did not want to believe. With the kind of illness that befell her boyfriend, she knew that no matter how severe the kind of treatment he would go through, what she feared will still be the end of everything. Eventually, she will still be left alone. It was painful to accept and she could not imagine that someone as good as Daniel had ever had this kind of illness. So she couldn't help but ask. "I hope I die too, with you, I want to come with you, I love you so much, I don't want to be left here alone," Ara eventually chose to tell her boyfriend the truth.

I said. "Okay, what's with the attitude, had some disagreement with your boyfriend? Do you want to talk about it?" He said "Please, just talk to me" he looked at me and I figured I needed someone to talk to. "He's....he's dying Axel. If he doesn't die, he...he might not remember me. He might not know who I am. All the memories we had together, he might not remember them" I said as I didn't know I had started crying.

I think this weird feeling of mine might be over soon. " To me, I still feel you have more than two choices. You can choose to be my boyfriend and we will travel to where they do not detest gays", Philip confessed making my stomach churn. "No need, thank you. And you seem to have forgotten Senior Joy. According to what I know, first love never dies", I deadpanned as he creased his foreheads. " I do have a little feeling for Joy but she is my past and you are my present", he said.

Zara says gently in pure concern. I sigh. "You know Seven, right?" Zara nods. "That neighbor that's head over heels inlove with you? Who doesn't?" I huff. "I didn't plan on telling you this but... He's dying." Zara gasps. "What!" "Yes. He has terminal cancer and he's dying, Zara... He's... He's leaving me," my voice breaks. "So you're inlove with him?" "I don't know that for sure but I know I don't want him gone. I want him to stay..."