My Dead Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his childhood buddies talking through the open window.

I hovered around her, quietly watching this scene. I really did not understand. I was dead. What was the point of her doing all this? So that she could be moved by her own actions? Or was she trying to lighten her guilt? I realized that I did not know her at all. Even after my death, I still did not know her. It was not until the evening that Nate grimly kicked the door open and stuffed my urn into her arms. "I finally know why you and Jason are together. You two are equally nuts! Just get lost!"

His voice was low and clear as he announced, "He has been dead for over three days. The body shows clear signs of postmortem lividity and early bloating. The victim appears to have died from mechanical suffocation." Hearing the words "dead for over three days", Dad reeled. The color drained from his face instantly, leaving him as pale as a sheet of paper. When an officer pulled back the white cloth covering my face for identification, Dad finally got a clear look at my swollen, distorted features, mottled with dark purple spots. He could no longer explain it away as paint or a tantrum. The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up hi

My guy best friend. My second disillusionment was with my second boyfriend, who I’d thought would be with me until we were grey and old, yes I was ready for the ‘till death do us part’ with him, ended up sleeping with one of the cheerleaders when his soccer team won the regional’s. That had been my final year of High school.

“Nathan Steward is sixty years old. He must smell like an old man.” “Young women nowadays only care about money. As long as one offers enough, even eighty-year-old men will smell like flowers to them.” “That guy is so pitiful. Before he could earn a lot of money by working honestly, his girlfriend decided to cheat on him. He must have spent a lot on her over the past six years. She clearly took advantage of him.” I rolled my eyes. If these people were carted off by their boyfriends to unlicensed clinics to have their organs harvested and sold, they would not be saying such horrible things about me.

he said looking up from his phone "Answer it" and he did. I watched as the look on his face changed quickly as he stood up "Okay, I will be right there" he said and hang up the call. "What happened?" I tried to sit up in bed but he held me down, "Let's finish this first" he said and continued to feed me, "What happened, who called you?" I asked knowing he now looked worse than before "Its that guy. Grace's boyfriend, he was found dead a few hours ago" he finally said making me surprised

Back in my room, I gently stroked my belly and whispered softly, "Luca, our baby is three months old now... The show is about to begin." Luca Gallante was the Gallante family's long-dead eldest son, and the only man I had ever loved.

I will pay you extra credits. I lean against the cold concrete wall, a satisfied smirk curving my lips. Business is booming. [Death God - Rea]: No problem at all, sweetie! Just let me know when you need an extraction. Also, have a wonderful time with your boyfriend. [Venus - Chloe]: There is no wonderful time...My boyfriend...he's dead... I stare at the screen for two full seconds. Well, damn. That escalated quickly. [Death God - Rea]: Oh...my condolences.

I wanted to move closer till he was pressed up to me and his scent was all I could breathe. I shrugged. "I am, just not at the general class". He chuckled. "Street smart, eh?" He grinned like a Chesire cat, in that way I loved so much. "Just playing my rules". I replied. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. He looked like a king, contemplating the expanse of his kingdom. "So how's it going at home?" I shrugged. "He died." He lifted his head. "The one your boyfriend wanted to save?"

Natalie laughed, “And oh, I have got a little surprise for you.” Just then, an undead emerged, except he looked charred and thinner than the rest of them. “Daz.” Maya gasped, her face a mixture of shock and hurt. But his eyes have no life in them. “There’s your boyfriend. I had killed him, but here I am again, bringing him to life.” Natalie sneered. “Maya started to walk towards him, tears filling her eyes at the sight of the person she once loved. “Maya he’s not real. None of it is real. Daz is dead!” Ashina called to Maya, trying to talk sense into her. But it seemed as though it all fell on deaf ears.