My Dead Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Edmond hit the floor, eyes glued to the corpse like the air had been punched out of him. The noise brought company—Philip barged in, and that's when I knew they were both back. Ariel floated beside me. We watched in silence. I knew she wanted this moment too. The big reveal. The crash of those two men who always acted untouchable. What now, now that their dead wives were staring back at them? Philip ran over, trying to haul Edmond up, but Edmond jerked his arm so hard, Philip nearly ate the floor.

He inserted his dick into me and began to move fast and rough movements. When he did what he wanted, he left me motionless on the floor. "Hope you die slowly and painfully, bitch." he said and spat at me. The only thing I could see was that his partner Michael was standing up. Apparently the wound was only superficial. "Tom .." "Come on, Mike, let's get out of here. This bitch is dead anyway," he looked at me, knowing I was on the verge of death. They left me to die alone and helpless in that shack. He killed my husband in front of me. I stood there for hours, praying to die.

Three days after my boyfriend’s adopted sister died a tragic death, I clutched a so-called "hush money" check in my hand and became an accomplice in everyone’s eyes. My boyfriend once knelt in the pouring rain to beg me, and his sister's five-year-old daughter cried and begged me to testify, but I refused them both. Ten years later, when I was dying of cancer, my boyfriend Keal Simpson had become a billionaire. He founded a brain-computer interface tech company and developed a memory extraction device intended for the dead. If used on the living, it causes immense pain.

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I chuckled, and I could feel my stomach churning, “My boyfriend for eight years broke up with me on our wedding because he had a son with another woman. And what’s so pathetic of me is that I couldn’t get over him.” Mario nodded. “My girlfriend for fifteen years died in my arms, and she asked me with her last breath to forget her and find someone who would love me like her. She said if I didn’t do as she said, she would never forgive me even in our next life.” “That’s heavy.” I murmured. “Well, at least that boyfriend of mine didn’t die.” “Look at us, we were a miserable couple.” Drunken laugh. “Friends, please.” I corrected Mario.

“Brandon, look at me, I'm here with you, in limbo, is there anyone alive here? “No, but I just thought. “It's what I'd most like, for this to be just a dream, not a dream, a nightmare. I miss Jay. I feel my heart compress every time I think I won't see him again, won't touch him, won't hug him. I feel sad. I feel my heart break with that feeling. “Who is Jay? “My boyfriend. “Oh, now I get it. Don't worry, boyfriends don't last, I'm sure he'll get over you in a few months and forget you.

I stood beside Luca as he went from a poor boy to the most powerful man in Chicago. I saved him, and an explosion crushed my spine. I would never dance again. Later, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer. In that time, a woman appeared at his side. Beautiful, clever, from a powerful family. She could stand beside him, sit in on his deals, solve his problems. And I could only sit in a wheelchair. Everyone said I was holding Luca back. I thought so too. So I left him, meaning to go and die alone

The reality is that we had both been together for 3 years, and he had promised me to be loyal, swearing to me that we would get married and he would mark me to finally be his chosen mate. /Respond!/ I hinted again with an angry shout. However, Freddy remained completely silent. He didn't even look at my face, but looked down and sighed. At that, I took a step towards Delilah /Tell me, since when have you been fucking my boyfriend?/ I asked her. /Since... since... two years ago/ She answered, pulling away from me. When I heard that answer something inside me broke completely. I couldn't breathe properly, the air was running out in the room, my hands were shaking, my heart ached.

He was also crying but he still put me first because I felt like I was going to faint from what I witnessed. Just like in my dream. It is true that Don Jose is dead. His body was so decomposed that we buried him without opening the coffin. Just like papa, we will also cremate Don Jose's body. All relatives and acquaintances of Don Jose attended. Almost all the townspeople sympathized with the loss of Don Jose. Even so, security is still tight at the Mansion because Beth has not been caught yet.

"What's going on?" "Liam's flying back today." "Oh. The boyfriend." "The boyfriend." "You don't sound thrilled." "I'm thrilled," I said, in a tone that convinced absolutely nobody, least of all myself. "Uh huh." She leaned in, dropping her voice slightly, though there was nobody nearby to hear us anyway. "Is this a good nervous or a bad nervous?" "I don't know. Both. Neither." "Very helpful, thank you." "I've had him for three years, Amara, I should know how I feel about him landing at an airport. I genuinely don't."