Multipletops Stories

The Ceo threw the bundle of money to the little boyfriend face harshly, coldly saying, "That's the money you lent me" he paused then continued without any waves of ups and down to his voice, "Let's break up now" The little boyfriend paused, the corner of his eyes unconciously reddened, but he still muffled the sob that was about to come out, as he slowly crouched down, picking up the fallen money on the ground cautiously, as he carefully put it back to the paperbag. His lips pursed after having picked up all of the fallen money on the ground, his red eyes flickered slightly as he nodded towards the CEO, humming lowly in agreement, before turning his back to leave, in slow pace, as if still holding hope that the CEO would change his mind. But the CEO remained rooted there, unmoving. But when the little boyfriend is completely out of sight, all of the CEO composure vanished, as he leaned down, clutching his chest tightening, feeling difficult to breathe. His eyes were red, but he knew too well that it was too late for him to regret. (Book 1 of the Immortal Lover Breaking Hearts into Pieces Again SERIES) A/N: ORIGINAL STORY. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO STEAL AND SELL. I'm active on different platforms. This is an original story. If you don't want me to get angry and drop this book, don't plagiarize and translate this book into any language. Though, you can use some scenes (very short scenes only) if you want to make content and fulfill your reader's mind, only fanart not fanfiction or making it into your own comics. - K.C

She tilted her head, lips cocking up into a smirk. The knife between her fingers was swinging into afterimages, that the men beneath her trembled in fear. "I hope you have a good dream," her gentle voice sounded, as her eyes squinted, full of smiles. She really looked like a white rose now, pure and kind. But her eyes turning red, delicate hand casually playing with a sharpened knife, says otherwise of this rose being a white rose. Instead... It was a thorny rose, a rose that sent shivers down their spine, with her hazy eyes filled with craze looking down at them with a wide-creepy smile. "Goodbye." That swinging knife fell, rendering them unable to hold their breath, eyes widening, never able to once again blink. Just then, footsteps were heard behind here as Lena felt a cold being embracing her, gentle but full of paranoia and obsessiveness, its deformed head leaning over at her shoulder, "Mine." _ Sky darkening at the visible speed, moon looking like it was stained with blood, and streets filled with man eating zombies. It was either a man hiding helplessly, or being bitten and turned into a man eating zombies. When Lena reached adulthood on the day of the apocalypse outbreak, she saw it not as an opportunity to be weak, instead, it was a perfect time for her to wield a knife, legally. For her, the apocalypse was a place for her to play. Though... some people--NPC, were eyeing her, with those hot, oppressive gazes, full of paranoia, dying to be seen and favored by her rare smile, wishing to attach and engrave themselves to her body, being with her every second and minute, never seperating. Author's Note: This is an original story. If you don't want me to get angry and drop this book, don't plagiarize and translate this book into any language. Though, you can use some scenes (very short scenes only) if you want to make content and fulfill your reader's mind, only fanart not fanfiction. - K.C Started: May 5 2025 11:59 PM Ended: