My Dead Boyfriend Novels & Stories

He declared to the world that I was his wife, the only legal family he had without blood ties. He didn't entertain the guests or drink a single drop of alcohol. When they lowered my casket into the ground, he reserved a space beside me—a place for himself. "Mia, I love you." A bitter smile touched my heart as the world dissolved around me. In death, you finally learned to love me.

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

A very expensive, very dangerous ghost I’d personally hired. “No,” I whispered. I shook my head, a frantic, denial. “It’s not… it’s not true. You’re not here. You’re dead. He killed you.” He laughed and nodded. “Reports of my death were… greatly exaggerated. Your boyfriend and his friend, they know how to throw a punch, I’ll give ‘em that. But they’re amateurs when it comes to making sure the job’s done.” Something in me broke. He was alive. He got to his feet as I didn’t even know I had missed this man as much as I did. I couldn’t hold myself as I rushed in to hug him. “Oh my god, Marcus. I thought… I thought you were gone.”

] Then, he dressed in all black and visited my grave. He was also wearing a wedding ring on his ring finger. The inscription on my tombstone wrote, [The grave of my beloved wife, Summer.] Orion looked a lot thinner. His eyes were filled with sorrow as he hugged my tombstone tightly. Following that, he drank some pesticide and said, “I can’t move on without you, Summer. “My time is frozen in the past with you.”

Seven days after my husband’s funeral, I saw him at the airport, about to leave the country with my best friend. He was holding my best friend’s hand with one hand and pushing a suitcase with the other. My parents were right behind them, apparently there to see them off. When I stepped into their path, Adrian Shaw didn’t look the least bit guilty. Instead, his first instinct was to pull Chloe Bennett protectively behind him. “Hailey, faking my death was my idea. Chloe had nothing to do with it. “She’s pregnant. If you want to lose your mind over this, take it out on me.” My fingers tightened around the pregnancy test results in my pocket until my knuckles turned white. Adrian only fro

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

no, yelled at the top of her voice like it wasn’t part two in the dead of night, the sound of her heavy stomping got even closer. My heart filled with dread at once, making me squirm against his hold; “Damien, let’s just go see her. Maybe we can hear her out and wait till she leaves before we continue.” I buried my face deeper into the pillow, a sob of pure humiliation catching in my throat. I was stretched over a pillow, filled to the hilt with my boyfriend’s cock, and stretched so wide, I felt utterly full with the length of him, while I vibrated with a need that could shatter my bones……and his childhood friend was right outside.

They stay bringing up stupid rubbish as follow ups. “Why?” I breathed, crossing my arms across my chest. “I need to shower.” “I don’t know, I just wanted to know.” He replied, taking a quick glance at me as he slicked his hair back. “My last boyfriend was before Marie died and he was a bitch. He was in Italy… hopefully he’s dead.” I replied, cringing at the memory of me loving that hag. “That’s cold, Star. Why would you want him dead?” Matteo laughed, surprised at my choice of words.

I was glad my best friend found a boyfriend and as for me--- "Hey babe.." I heard the voice I know too well "Keiran.." I got up from my sit giving him a hug. Kieran was my boyfriend we started dating over a month ago. I had told him about my condition and he had agreed to not fall in love with me but make me feel loved and help me experience certain things before I die. Well don't blame me I didn't wanna die a Virgin but we haven't done anything yet except a few kisses here and there.

He made another turn, slower this time, and the penthouse came into view - high glass walls gleaming like it belonged in another country. We rolled to a stop. Before I could reach for the door, he spoke. “Six years, one month, one week… and two hours.” My head turned slowly toward him. His fingers tapped once on the wheel. “That’s how long it’s been since my boyfriend took his last breath. Since you vanished and left me with nothing but a funeral and a fucking question mark.” “…What the hell are you talking about? Are you..” “Do you remember him?” he interrupted. “His voice? His laugh? Because I do. I remember the exact sound he made the last time he said your name.”