My Dead Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Madison What kind of hell did I just walk into? "Maddie," Victor says, his voice as cool and calm as always. His eyes meet mine, searching for a reaction, but I'm still processing the shocking revelation. I try to gather my thoughts, my mind racing with a mix of emotions. Gustaf, my ex-boyfriend, dead? And Victor, my current boyfriend, possibly involved in his death? It's a surreal and terrifying situation to find myself in. "What... What happened?" I manage to stammer, my voice trembling.

“What! How did you know my boyfriend? And why did he declare me dead?” “His father was the one that knocked you down, he recognized you as his son’s girlfriend so when he brought you here, he called your boyfriend to come be with you but your boyfriend said you two already broke up and have nothing to do with each other, and when many months pass and you didn't wake up, he said to his father to declare you dead, but his father refused, his father believes you would wake up someday, but your boyfriend went ahead and buried you, he had a funeral done on your behalf saying you're dead” “Micheal did all that?”

I floated, a ghost in the air, and watched my own rotting body get wheeled into the pack hospital morgue. Three years buried in a marsh. I could barely recognize myself. The corpse stank of decay. Claw marks from the fatal attack were still visible on the wounds. My ghost, three years wandering, wanted to flee this broken shell. The door opened. Killian Reynolds walked in. The Alpha of the strongest pack in North America. My mate. The one who swore to protect me with his life. He stood over my corpse, his face a cold, blank mask.

She eventually picked it up, stood, and reached for her coat. As she walked out, she coaxed me seriously, "Don't worry, honey. In this life, I'm yours. Till death do us part, remember? You'll be the only husband I ever have. Tasha, listen to your dad while I'm gone. Don't make him angry, or I'll spank you when I get back." Once the door fully closed between us, I finally came back to myself. I let out a long sigh, my eyes burning. Tasha shot me another look of disgust and cursed me in Aurelian, thinking I couldn't understand.

Kelvin disconnected me from the life-support machine, and I felt my strength ebbing away. "I can't die now, please give me a second chance," I whispered, my voice barely audible through the agony that wracked my body. Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with fate to spare my life. Kelvin's face twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with a sinister pleasure. "Goodbye, dear wife," he sneered. "See you never again." His voice was laced with disdain and satisfaction, and I knew I was staring into the face of pure evil.

"In all our recorded history, no power has ever fully severed a mate bond while both partners lived. Even the strongest blocking spells can only dampen the connection, never eliminate it entirely." He met Nathan's eyes with ancient, unflinching wisdom. "When you can no longer feel your mate at all, when the bond is completely silent... it means only one thing – death." The word echoed through the ceremonial chamber. Nathan's wolf howled in agony as the truth it had tried so desperately to deny finally broke through. "Your mate bond wasn't blocked, Alpha Nathan. It was shattered by death. And Sarah..." Elder Marcus's voice hardened, "Sarah made sure you wouldn't look too closely at why."

I asked, looking at him hoping he had my groggy-like voice. “I’m Dax,” he said. “Yes, I know that already,” I whispered closing my eyes a little. “I was your sister’s boyfriend before she- ” he paused before sitting next to me on the bed. “Killed herself,” I finished the sentence for him. I opened my eyes and watched him nodding, “She never told me about you,” I said, turning my head to him I can let him. “I know, ” he smiled, “But she always spoke about you.”

I glanced up at the car and out of it, slowly feeling my entire countenance change while the hair on my body rose to attention, as the car opened as I can perfectly remember, and out came Dean Parker. My future evil boyfriend. The devil I fell in love with, and the one who had killed me.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

DEMONTE DAMELO! And the world could hardly believe that I am right now in the embrace of that world famous mafia who has been able to mess with the cops of different parts of the world. It’s not that I am proud that my boyfriend is a mafia but I just couldn’t believe that I am with him every time when I think that he is THE EAGLE. “But you killed two people in a row when I was here,” I said and he chuckled. “I don’t kill everyone Belle. I just kill the people who deserves to die and who knows my identity. I never leave a clue and that is the reason that no one could ever catch me.