My Dead Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I tried to speak, to form my words, but I was too baffled to do that, and when he saw my shocked expression, he chuckled out, it was sad, and I guess he did that in a way to heal his heart "The guy you saw in the picture was my boyfriend...No, he was the one that I wanted to get married to, but I was a douchebag, a complete fool, and just like you, I was depressed, a real depressed douchebag, so I left him, and he committed.. I stopped him, and placed my palm on his hand, and stopped him, cause I really didn't wanted him to go any further, or else I knew he might just break into complete million pieces, and there was really no need to go on when I had already understood everything

All I know is that my boyfriend and his friends are dead, and the only other friend I have is out there somewhere, on his own, probably terrified out of his mind and you won't let me help him. He was just inches away now and I could smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath and the faint scent of something musky, maybe shower gel or deodorant. He continued to stare at me, his gaze travelling over my face as if he expected the answers he was looking for to magically appear as tattoos etched on my skin.

“He’s my boyfriend. River Sage Palmer.” I said those words in a low tone so no one could hear us. But Mia didn’t answer. Instead, her eyes widened in shock while staring at River. “But… But you’re dead? It was broadcast all over the news…” “He resurrected back to life,” I joked, then my gaze returned to River. “You might not know her, but she’s with me when we first met outside the bar.” “I see.” River nodded, suppressing his smile. Mia’s expression was hilarious, so I know he couldn’t help it as well. It’s as if she’s seen a ghost.

I want to smash it into a thousand pieces and bury it back under the floor. BZZZT. The phone vibrates against the sheets. A harsh, angry buzz. I freeze. The screen lights up. Incoming Call. I stare at the Caller ID. The letters dance in front of my eyes, mocking me. Impossible. Hubby. The room spins. My hand moves on its own. I reach out. My fingers brush the cold plastic. It rings again. Loud. Demanding. Hubby. Nikos is dead. I buried him. I saw the closed casket. I threw dirt on the grave.

In the third year after my fiancée, Iris Ford, falls off a cliff during a sketching trip in the mountains, I accidentally walk into her personal art exhibition. The person I have longed for day and night is right there, gently adjusting the scarf of the young man beside her. The walls are covered with portraits she once promises to paint only for me, but every subject of her paintings is that young man. Violet Bardot, Iris' best friend and the one who once helps me handle her funeral affairs, grabs me anxiously. "Graham, don't do anything rash. Iris has her reasons. After Jack Glenwood saved her, she suffered from a head injury and lost her memory. She didn't mean to stay away." I smile

My mate, Ford, drowned on the day we were supposed to bond for life. But after my tears ran dry, I discovered that the man who really died was his twin brother, Aiden. Ford had stolen his identity, all to be with Kyra, the woman carrying his other child. "The pain she thinks she feels from our severed mate bond? It's an illusion. A little dark magic to keep her convinced I'm gone." I clung to the doorframe, my fingers digging into the wood. Ford's voice drifted from the room, each word a silver bullet straight to my soul.

It felt like everything inside her was being torn into pieces too small ever to be repaired. "The suspect shot your boyfriend. I'm sorry, Ms. Baker; he was already gone when my men arrived. " Cassie's eyes flitted to the open door. She wanted to bolt. It couldn't be true couldn't be real. She had just talked to Will. They had just been together. This was a good neighborhood. Things like this didn't happen. It just..didn't happen. That's when she saw it; the EMT brought the stretcher laden with the black body bag down the hall. The little blonde couldn't contain herself and ran to the door, a sob ripping from her, screaming unintelligible sounds of loss.

, he said and my heart fell into my stomach. “ I know we've had somewhat of a symbiotic relationship going on, but I want to make it official. It may be because of the fact that I had a near death experience, but I really, really want to be your person, and I want you to be mine. I want to give my all to you, to commit to you. If I had died, that would've been one of my greatest regrets, that I didn't love you the way I wanted to, that I didn't……..”, he tried to hold back his tears, “ that I didn't get the chance to live; even for a moment, as your person. So, I know that it might come as a shock to you, but, Dante, will you be my boyfriend?” Everything went blank for a second.

He said seriously "Do you think I will listen to you?" "Your boyfriend die" He said seriously and I knew he wasn't joking but I suddenly felt this is a psychological game "I told you let him die , I'm bored with him anyway" I shrugged "Okay then , as you wish" He said and suddenly his hands slipped under my shirt. I mean this guy in front of me is a one hot guy to begin with He leaned down to my neck and started kissing it. I moaned immediately and his hands began to travel around my body. He trailed his kisses up to my ear and to my cheek

My fiancé sent me overseas and immediately burned my wallet, threw away my phone, and tore up my visa. He did it all to make sure I couldn't return home and ruin his wedding to his first love. His friends tried to warn him. "Don't go too far. What if your fiancée really gets angry?" But my fiancé didn't care at all. "She's gotten too spoiled because I've always treated her too well. I'm just teaching her to be more understanding. Besides, Yvonne and I aren't really getting married. I'm only doing this so her dying grandmother can pass away without regrets. Nothing will happen between us. Once the wedding is over, I'll make it up to Winnie." The moment his wedding ended, he rushed to find me