A Letter For Your Crush Novels & Stories

" oh? Won't you tell me why you spent an hour in the Shower, or are you... " " I think I have developed a crush on someone. " I suddenly said interrupting my cousin, Sia. " What! " She exclaimed Suprised. " When? , How and on Whom? " She asked. " Calm down Sister Sia, I only told you that I have a crush on Someone and not that I am getting married, alright? " I said. " I know but it's still a Surprising thing for you to admit that you've got a crush on someone, it doesn't happen every day, Kay? "

Kian’s gaze was intense, streaked with red from emotion. I took a slow breath, and finally said it. "It was for you." Kian froze. A flicker of disbelief crossed his face. "What?" "It was for you, Kian. The letter was meant for you. I asked her to give it to you." There. I finally said it. The silent, unspoken crush of my youth—the secret that had lived in my heart for years— would end tonight. Kian stared at me, speechless. His expression unreadable.

He flashed a paper written in capital letters and bold writings, it read “ Hey Perez.’’ IA stood there still shocked and shook my head again. Was this true, did he just do that. He disappeared into his room again and came out with one written have a beautiful night, they were three foolscaps each having one word. Did the bully magically transform overnight? He wanted me, he could see me, he thought I was more than a door mat. I smiled and waved back as he did the same before rushing to the house to write something to him. I fumbled through the drawers, looking for a pen and paper , a bold marker pen or highlighter to write what had always been in my heart all along. “ I LOVE YOU,’’ I scribbl

“Brittney, I was wondering if you’d join me for a drink. There’s a place nearby.” The words felt surreal, as though I’d stepped into Someone else’s life. I couldn’t believe my boss, my high school crush, was asking me out. For a while, I just stood there, staring at him, my pulse racing in confusion. But as tempting as the idea was, I couldn’t accept. “I appreciate the offer,” I muttered, trying to steady my voice. “But I really can’t.” His brows furrowed slightly, but his face remained composed. “Can’t, or won’t?”

“Your letter. In the time capsule.” Her stomach dropped. She looked up at him, eyes wide. “I—that was just… a silly thing. I wasn't thinking straight..... It didn’t mean anything—” Don’t lie,” he cut her off gently. " You meant it, Maya." Maya's face turned red. “Stop. I—It was just a crush. No, I mean Just—” “I feel the same way,” Ethan said quietly. “I always have Maya.” Maya was not sure if she was hearing right.

until the pages look like a middle school crush exploded. I’ve never talked to her, not really. She’s popular, confident, the kind of girl who walks into a room and owns it. Me? I’m the girl who trips over her own feet trying to avoid eye contact. But I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Last week, I wrote her a letter.

But now. I picked up the letter, unfolding it with curious fingers. The handwriting was familiar, stirring college memories—lazy afternoons, stolen moments. *Dearest Lila,* *It's me, Ethan. I've been crushing on you since our college days, when we shared those magical months. You were my light, my inspiration. I know life's thrown storms your way, but please, don't suffer my feelings. Meet me? The old oak by the river, tomorrow at dusk. Let's rewrite our story.

Being around him felt comfortable. Safe. Simple. And maybe that was the problem. Because whenever I compared that feeling to the way Christien made my heart race, it wasn't even close. “I’ve got you, Ava,” Stella laughed through the phone. “I’ll study for days with you. Don’t worry.” I sighed as I reached the lower floor. Then she said, “Ava… don’t tell me you still haven’t found a guy yet?” I paused slightly. Maybe I had. Or maybe I hadn’t.

I had kept my head down, my uniform neat but cheap, my shoes patched. And then there was Drake. Future Alpha, Beautiful. Cruel. I had loved him from the very beginning. Since I was Ten. My only friend, Josh, had encouraged me one day at the library. “Just tell him. Write a letter. He can not ignore words on paper. Who knows, he might have a crush on you too.” So I did. But it wasn’t just a love letter. It was a plea and I had spent nights after nights crafting it—my messy heart poured onto stolen parchment with ink.

I mumble, shaking my head as my eyes rake over the words. Of all exercises, this had to be the one. I have to be tied with someone else for two weeks. Just great. The worst part is not knowing soon enough who that person might be, it could just be a person who you don't click with, someone you don't like or simply have a crush on. Now that was the worst one, you'd be holding on to your breath, the whole time your crush comes near or talks to you. I shake my head with an amused smile at that, placing the letter back into my file.