My Dead Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I silently make my way up the stairs to change my dress, the weight of the situation heavy on my mind. As I stand in front of the grave of my dead boyfriend, a whirlwind of emotions engulfs me. Grief weighs heavily on my heart, aching with the loss of someone I was beginning to fall in love with. Sadness and disbelief cloud my mind, tears brimming in my eyes, mirroring the deep sorrow I carry within. Despite my attempts to keep a composed exterior, my facade crumbles as the harsh reality of his absence sets in, leaving me feeling adrift and shattered.

His hand slid off the folder. "Why can't we just each do our own thing. I'm bored of this. Why do you think I've been stringing you along this whole time." "She's only a partner from the fight ring," he cut in, his voice dropping. "I never touched her. Not once." I didn't respond. He pulled the thing out of the folder himself. It was a property deed, brand new, with my name on it. "I told you I'd give you a home. Please don't give up on me."

No one, Mr Kidnapper, my father, will be hurt that he can't use me just as my boyfriend will be. "There is no one who will come looking for me." He chuckles slightly. "Your mother?" "Dead." He doesn't stop at my word; he just continues on his path. "Father?" "No idea who he is." That isn't a lie. "Siblings?" God, is he really going to ask about everyone? "Dead." He stops slightly at that. "Boyfriend?" He glances at the ring on my finger. "Dead, if you must know. My mother died, and within minutes of being told, my sister and boyfriend were shot in front of me."

Even with my friends, I am not talking about my family. -" Your father's feather is black is he also dead?" I didn't know what to say to him, yes and no? My true father: I don't know who he is. I think Jack doesn't know anything about it too. My real father can be dead, but my black father is not him, it is Jack. I knew that I can't tell anybody about his secret, that he is a walking dead. A dead one, how he likes to call himself, but for me, he is just a vampire. He a sexy, dangerous, cold, and hot at in same time, well mostly cold with his attitude. He doesn't let to touch even his skin after my sixteen birthday. The more time passes the less I see him. And it is hurting me so much, someti

" I searched Scarlett's face. There was no sign that she was testing me. She was simply recounting what had happened. I knew my wife. She wore her heart on her sleeve and couldn't fake a thing. So I was certain she knew nothing about my affair. She had only mentioned Madeline because Madeline had helped her so much. But… A chill ran down my spine. Madeline was dead. "Letty, are you sure?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady. "I don't know anyone named Madeline Brown. What does she do? And what does she look like?" "That's impossible," Scarlett insisted, frowning. "She told me that when she was on a business trip to Jhorna five years ago, you went above and beyond to help her.

She paused, "He's dead." She let go of me abruptly and turned her back to me, crossing her arm. Her mate is dead? That's so... Sad. To think that if that boy were alive none of this would be happening. "Dead?" I questioned, hiding the little lump that had formed in my throat"it's terrible." He turned to me. Maybe I couldn't see if he was crying or not because of the rain, but his eyes were red. Poor, Paige. "Yes, Carolina, he's dead. If it wasn't for Kayler... I would have been, too. After I found out about it, the only one who was there was him and me... I couldn't help falling in love."

CHAPTER 101 “Do I am die already? Why I feel like I’m in heaven? Wait, is this for real? I’m really dead without knowing my future husband? And I’m also never been touched nor never been kissed, I promise Before if I die , I want to experience what kiss called is, but how I can I do that? I’ll never entered in the relationship? And I can’t never had it anymore because I’m died already” said Maricel to herself, she was regretted why she don’t have a boyfriend since when she was alive.

"Yes, they make such a great couple!" "Her boyfriend wasn't even hurt that badly. He's just a little shaken up. Yet, she's tending to him so carefully." "Exactly. And look at this patient here, Julian Marshall. He nearly died, but no one has come to visit him even once." The two nurses spoke casually, but every word felt like a stab to my chest.

he looked me straight in the eyes, “we shouldn’t have happened.” Wow. He did not think that we could be together? That we could be mates? My face turning red at the prospect of being rejected, did he not feel anything? Feeling my questioning gaze on him, he further explained. “My mate is dead.” He glanced at me, still in that relaxed position scrutinizing me knowing that this was old news to me. My heart stopped. His words rang in my ear, his mate was dead so what did he mean by telling me this? That I should forget about having anything to do with him and shouldn’t be delusional?

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