Your Boyfriend Peter Fanart

Three years after I died, Stella, my wife, decided to divorce me and marry her dying ex. She stormed into my old house like she owned the place, forcing me to sign the divorce agreement. Mom told her the truth—I was already gone. Stella rolled her eyes. "Why's he still pretending? Harvey's dying. I just wanna be there for him. What's so wrong about that? If he won't come out, I'm done paying your medical bills." She thought threatening Mom would shake something loose. But what Stella didn't get? Mom had already stopped treatment. She was just hanging on to watch her crack.

My boyfriend, Leon Kramer, goes on a ten-day trip. When he comes back, he suddenly makes a casual remark as we lay in bed after an intimate session in bed. He says, "I've never noticed how fair you are." After he falls asleep, I take a look at the photo gallery on his phone. There are hundreds of photos featuring him and the woman he's been with over the last ten days. She has tanned skin and isn't as fair as I am. I put his phone back without a word. Actually, my new target isn't as fair as Leon is. I keep quiet about it, afraid of exposing myself.

My husband, Steven Garrett, was always "busy" overseas. So I thought I'd surprise him with a visit. Instead, I found him shacked up with my best friend, Peggy Shane. That day, my heart snapped—I filed for divorce and let my family set me up with someone new. Two years later, I bumped into Steven outside the hospital. He ripped the prenatal report from my hands. "How dare you cheat on me! You think you can play me?"

My fiancé's older brother was into girls with tiny waists. He wanted to marry my foster sister—the one with the twenty-one-inch waist. Their wedding? Same day Eric and I were supposed to get hitched. When he found out, Eric begged me to swap with Briana. "Lena, it's always been Briana. If your family hadn't found you, she wouldn't have had to play fake heiress, and I wouldn't be stuck with you." I stayed quiet. He kept digging. "Chill. My brother won't even touch you. Once the dust settles, I'll bring you back—as my side piece." Staring at that fake, slimy smile, I felt a little out of it. Last time, I told him no—and still ended up married to him, beaten until I died. Then I woke up. Same day. Same plea from Eric. This time, I handed them exactly what they wanted. "Fine. I'll marry him." Eric lit up like he'd won. Didn't last long. Next thing I knew, he was out in the rain, on his knees, clutching his head, sobbing, begging me to leave his brother and come back.

My boyfriend, Blake Finch, has passed out drunk on the bed. All I hear is his loud snores. But his roommate, Dylan Olson, begins to scoot closer to me. I can feel scorching heat rolling off his body. "Giselle, what should we do now that Blake is asleep?" A mix of embarrassment and a quiet thrill shoots through my veins, making my throat go dry. "No… Ah… Don't do this… He's going to wake up…" As soon as my voice falls, I feel a hand rest on my butt. Soon, it starts groping me.

Camilla Romano the daughter of a very wealthy family also the heiress to the Romano family is a famous actress who is loved by many. Behind closed curtains she meets with her lover Luciano De Vinci who is known as the richest but most feared man in the whole country. Luciano loves Camilla and is posessiveof her hating the fact that they are keeping their relationship a secret. Everything is going well for them until Camilla's father announces that she is getting married. Will Luciano be able to let her go ～～～～～～ ''Luciano please''Camilla begs trying to push him away while looking around the place in fear of them being caught. She can hear the voices of people at the party and is scared of being seen. ''I missed you baby''Luciano groans his lips making contact with her neck his other hand trailing her thighs. ''Pl-ahh''Her words are cut off as a moan accidentally escapes her lips. The voices walking towards the hallway become loud and Camilla quickly pushes him away. ''Please Lucian I'll come and meet you'' She promises the man who places a kiss on her lips before walking off while straightening his expensive armani suit

Blurb Stealing is all Mila’s ever known. Trained by her parents to be the perfect little siren to lure rich men in and steal from them. Until fate catches up with her and a Mafia associate she has just robbed wants his money back, with a staggering interest. Stealing to return stolen money is a disastrous plan, but one she readily goes along with. But the General is like no other man she’s ever crossed parts with. He makes her come alive in ways she had never envisioned and soon she finds herself falling for a man who is only supposed to be a job. Amid this perfect betrayal and unexpected love is an enemy that always seems to be one step ahead and the biggest twist yet in her already complicated story.

"There's no way i have a wolfless and stuttering mate like you, Tessa." With that, Alpha Frederick threw the pregnancy test I handed him back in my direction. “Go find the father of your baby on your own and don’t ever come to me again." ***** Having me as a pack member is a shame enough for Frederick Alonso, my Alpha and the man I have loved since I was twelve. What would happen when one day, it turned out that we were a fated mate? Furious isn't even enough to describe it. Alpha Frederick thinks I'm playing tricks on him. Rejected, slandered, humiliated, and now hated by my family and the whole pack members, I determined to make him and them all regret it. Just when I already killed the pathetic girl in the past, he came back into my life. But I am no longer the stuttering weakling, I'm the most powerful hybrid that everyone worships. Now that I believe love only makes me weak and Frederick isn’t worthy of me anymore, am I going to let him be my weakness?

I wish that night had never happened, the night I died and was resurrected by a vampire, life to me never made sense and I always wondered what happens after death. I didn't think my question was answered so soon, but now I ask you: What is the price of death? I found out the hard way that the price of death is life, my life that now belongs to him!

My boyfriend and his godsister were caught by the vice squad at a scandalous party. When I went to the police station to bail him out, he was disheveled, his exposed skin marked with dried candle wax and whiplash scars. His godsister, Sonia, clung to him, sobbing into his arms. “The light in Sonia’s house was broken. It was too dark, so I went to accompany her,” he said. I couldn’t help but wonder, Did he accompany her all the way to the police station too? In the past, I would’ve demanded an explanation, but I was too tired now—too drained to argue. Without a word, I signed the papers. The vice squad officer looked at me and asked, “Are you Anthony Leeman’s family?” I shook my head. “No, I’m not familiar with him. Just a colleague.” Lowering my gaze, I typed out a message to my father: [I agree to get married. Give me three days, and I’ll marry him.]