My Boyfriend's Beloved Is Dying Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

I close my eyes and let the feeling of her comforting me wash over me. “Everything is not okay. I recently found out that my former best friend has been dating my now ex boyfriend for most of our relationship. I’m in love with a boy that is so wrong for me in so many. He is going through so much and he doesn’t have time to deal with my messed up life.” I say and she looks at me, thoughtful.

"Here, this is her." He pulls out a photograph of a girl that could be me, but what's even even more unnerving is that beside her in the photograph is a boy who is undoubtedly Cain. "My son, Cain, loved her so much, it broke his heart when she died. I didn't think he'd recover, but thankfully he found his wife and they've been happy together ever since." The world stops for a moment at his words. Cain is married. He's got a wife. Then what the hell have the last few days been about? Just a trip down memory lane? A way to relive being with his first love?

My book boyfriend. I had even gotten my stele and ruins ready. "But I like that girl." Wearing a smug look, Kabir sat opposite to me. "Some guts she has to tear your book and not even saying sorry." "She killed my boyfriend." I pinned him with my glare. "By the angels, she killed him." "I'm alive, bookworm." He passed his gaze through the tissue balls grazing his new apartment floor, frowning. "You make too much mess some days."

He let out a laugh as if it was the funniest thing ever, making the other two chuckle along with him. “Let us go!” I screamed, thrashing in his hold. “She’s a feisty little one.” He tightened his hold on me, almost crushing me. “I will enjoy you before I snap that pretty little neck of yours.” He whispered in my ear, dragging his nose alongside my cheek. I gagged. “H-he’s going to kill you.” I choked out. “And who’s going to kill me? Your boyfriend? I have some news for you; he’s already dead.” He laughed.

Fuck, whenever I hear that, I feel like falling into a hole and never coming out. That fact that my private matter is now something discussed hit a spot in me, and it's all because of my stupid, immature boyfriend Tommy. God, I hate him with everything in me. “What should I do with her? Should I kill her?” My eyes shot to the driver and back at the tall stranger. Why are they discussing death like it's some normal thing? Who are they? Oh my God, am I going to die like the girls back in the cell? “No, She's too expensive. Plus, she was bought with my money so that makes her mine now.” I don't know why I'm feeling relieved even though I'm not supposed to because I'm just being claimed like I'm

“We became even more friends until she died. Car accident. Drunk driver. Her family and boyfriend mourned and until now, I was mourning for her death. Her boyfriend had already moved on. The last time I checked, he married someone else. Did he even love her to begin with? How could he forget Eden as fast as that?” He let out a shaky breath as if reliving what had happened to Eden, a few years ago. God. This man loved someone for eternity. And when he did, he loved once. “Maybe her boyfriend was wiser than you. Maybe he believed that there was no sense in clinging to the past which would never change at all. The same goes with you, too, Everette.” “She was an incomparable, kitten. No one can

I could not stop the smile spreading across my face, already picturing him picking me up and spinning me around like they do in the dramas. But that image never came to life. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose, his exhaustion clear. It made my heart ache. "Phoebe, Nikki needs your bone marrow." From the weariness in his voice, it was not hard to figure out who Nikki was. She was the woman he could never have, his one true love. Nikki Stone had ditched Christopher for a wealthier man when he was still a broke young guy. So why was she back now?

"Three years ago, Brianna drugged him. You didn't even find out the truth before beating him to death. And, to hide the truth, you even burned down our home. "But you've already forgotten everything, haven't you?" Jason's eyes were filled with astonishment. "That man was your boyfriend?" I looked at Jason emotionlessly. Jason's eyes glinted under the light as he still tried to defend himself. "He was the one who raped Brianna and killed himself out of guilt. What's that got to do with me? You can't even keep your boyfriend's duck under control, and you're now blaming it all on me?" I looked at Jason's indignant expression and got so angry that I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

I grabbed my purse and ran out to the car, driving faster than usual, then rushed to the unit where my boyfriend was hospitalized. When I arrived, the doctor and medical staff were in the room. I asked them to leave me alone with Eduardo so I could say goodbye. They agreed. Once I was alone with him, I couldn’t stop myself from crying. I caressed his beautiful hair and whispered so many things in his ear. I told him I loved him. I thanked him for all the beautiful moments we had shared. And as I spoke to him, he opened his eyes and, with a faint smile, told me he loved me, and I told him I loved him too. For a moment I thought he was going to recover, but then he closed his eyes and the mach

I don’t know when this feeling happened. This overwhelming sense of dread for what’s to come next. I don’t know if it was when I lost my family. Or my best friend. Or myself. I find myself in the worst place possible now, and the only person that can help me is him. He, who tore my whole life apart in a matter of seconds. He, who played with the strings of my fate and has now trapped me in a life with only one path left. He, who must also die. And he will take me with him.