Another Word For A Crush Novels & Stories

"Congratulations, Eve! I'm sorry I came late, but I know and heard what happened. Finally, your efforts were worthwhile. You can also conquer Gery." Eve's partner Amanda congratulated her while kissing her best friend's cheek. "Thanks, Amanda, but I don't think I tried that hard. I don't know what brought us closer; I'm confused myself. This is what is called a soul mate. Even though I tried to avoid it, Gery finally confessed his love. It's different from what you'd expect. Again, I'm not trying to pursue her." Eve felt uncomfortable with Amanda's words, and she tried to explain the situation.

She scrunched her face, still hissing through her gritted teeth. “She’s with me now. Will you stop crushing my dream like that? Nothing happened between them.” “Yeah, for now.” Amy rolled her eyes upwards. “You can’t let your guard down with a harlot like her.” “Shut the fuck up, Amy. You’d better focus on your baby-making thing. Or should I replace you instead?” I forced a wry smile this time, managing to steel myself to counter her insults that I had been swallowing. Amy tightened her grip on her champagne glass. Oh no, don’t tell me she’s going to pour that champagne on me.

“But tell me—was he ever a friend… or just someone trying to force you into calling it love?” If either was true, I’d happily dig his grave myself. “I used to have a crush on him.” The words hit like a slap. My ears rang. A crush? “But now it’s all over.” My fangs itched to descend, the primal side of me rising like a tide I couldn’t suppress. A crush. On him. That bastard. I sat back, letting the words settle, tamping down the beast that clawed behind my ribs. She had a crush—past tense. But that didn’t make it sting less.

As soon as I walked into the building, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist, making me stumble a bit. I looked up and met a pair of domineering eyes. “Felix…” I was momentarily lost for words. “What are you doing here?” Felix Smith was my crush and also my roommate in the boys’ dormitory. Yesterday, I had messaged him, asking if he wanted to come and take graduation photos together, but he had not replied. Felix came from a prominent family and was exceptionally accomplished himself. When we were still naive freshmen, he had already started his own business.

I walked through the forest, a little faster than normal, my breath coming in pants and my pulse thrumming through me from head to toe. What was that back there? I mean, I’d seen my share of cute guys, but this one…. He had me questioning what the word ‘crush’ meant! I felt, I don’t know, different with him and it was driving me crazy, trying to pinpoint what it was about him. The way he looked at me though. I think it may be some time before I can get his eyes out of my head.

I smiled innocently, “so mind to tell me who your lover is?” “Well,” Olive shifted in her seat, “it isn’t my lover though.” I nodded, waiting for her to continue. “I don’t know if you remember I have ever told you about my crush?” She said carefully, lowering her tone for an octave. “Yeah, I do. What about him?” “I don’t think I can win his heart. He has set his eyes for another girl. And I’m pretty sure he is the loyal type.” “Wait,” I turned my body facing her, “so your lover isn’t the same person as your crush?”

Odell’s POV That morning, when I woke up, the first thing that came back to me her voice. I love you. I lay there staring at the ceiling. Nicole was drunk. It was her first time drinking. Of course, it hit her hard. She said crazy things. People always say crazy things when they’re drunk. There was no way she meant it. Especially knowing her, she was quiet, reserved, and always buried in books. Even if she had felt something at some point, she wouldn’t still feel it now. People outgrow stupid childhood crushes. It had to be the alcohol.

A knowing smile stretched across the knightess' lips. "It seems to me that my little brother has a crush." she chirped, putting her cup against her lips with a teasing smile. Her brother colored bright red choking on his macaroon. "It's not a crush! It's just--it's just a simple admiration. She was just so amazing and pretty... and nice." "Yup. Definitely sounds like a crush." Sylvia concluded before popping a bonbon into her mouth. "Fine. I guess I like her but it's not yet love, perhaps attraction and infatuation. But it's not like our boat is going to sail anyway she's a lesbian and she's getting married to that Carmel? Caramel? Camel girl?"

A girl with a crush. He placed her fringe behind her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek like she was a delicate piece of glass. "Tell me, Stalker, can you give your crush a chance to love you?" The word love froze her insides. The word itself was foreign no wonder the feelings. "Love?" She barely managed to whisper and he smiled in return. "I am as new to this as you are, blame it on my honesty but I can't call it friendship when I can see it is much more than that"

Edward hesitated for a moment, but then, encouraged by Camilla's infectious enthusiasm, he gave in and sang a few lines in a quiet voice. "In the shadows of my heart, you linger there, A love unspoken, a silent prayer. A distant crush, I can't deny, These feelings are hidden, but they won't die. Ohhhh, dear crush....my secret flame, In my heart, you hold a treasured name, How I wish I dared to say what's inside, But these words remain locked, a love I can't confide. I watch you from afar, a dream I can't touch, A bittersweet longing that I can't discuss.