Beautiful Crush Novels & Stories

Amara’s POV Heartbreak does strange things to people. Some cry into tubs of ice cream. Some stalk I*******m feeds like masochists, staring at pictures of people they’ll never be. Me? I buried myself in work. If Damian Cruz thought one kiss—one cruel dismissal—was going to unravel me, then he didn’t know who he was dealing with. So when he dropped yet another stack of files onto my desk that morning, lips curved in that infuriatingly calm way, I didn’t flinch.

I looked around and was shocked to see a familiar figure approaching me. “Beautiful.”, I breathed as I watch Crystal walking towards me. She had a twinkle in her eyes and then she pulled me by my neck and give me a kiss on the lips. It was a soft, undemanding kiss….almost yearning, almost begging, and it left me almost begging for more. . ‘ . #TBC

I don't hold back the laugh. Bridget shows Flex the middle finger. She stomps to the door but Flex immediately stops her. "Baby! Pretty baby!" he circles his hands around her waist. "I was just joking, sweet darling. You are pretty. You are the prettiest girl in the entire universe. People can not see it because they are blind but I can, Sweets. You are even prettier than Selena Gomez, who is the prettiest girl to ever exist!" I chuckle sardonically.

Slowly I made myself settled. It's not my first time doing it as I was in cheerleading before. But it was indeed my first time to deal with those crappie bitches. The match was finished and DJ's team won. I took a breath of relief as those bitches will rush to lick up to their boyfriends leaving my delicate frame alone. But as I guessed, the one on my right side moved her shoulder. It was a desperate move and I knew what it would end on. I tripped and closed my eyes.

Then voices rise ahead of us. Sharp. Angry. We slowed down without meaning to. A small crowd has formed near the walkway, students pretending not to stare while staring anyway. In the center of it all is Isabella. She doesn’t look frantic. She looks calm. Controlled. Like she already knows how this ends. The girl in front of her looks smaller somehow. Her hands are shaking. She keeps saying something I can’t hear. Isabella slaps her. The sound cracks through the air. “How dare you?” Isabella says coldly. “How dare you flirt with my boyfriend?”

The girl raised her head from the table, adjusting her hair and pushing it behind her left hair, then she said. “Huh, excuse me?” and just like that, he froze. Behind him, Liam whispered. “Fuck, who is that?” he asked. Whispering back, he said. “I have no idea, but fuck she’s beautiful.” He said them very low, under his breath so Liam was the only one that heard him. He was still looking at the girl he had never seen before. Must be the new girl. She was so fucking beautiful and the first things he noticed about her were her pink shiny lips and intense green eyes. They were the greenest eyes he had ever seen in his life. She had a perfectly straight nose and her teeth were white and straight

Bright ,who is so far my favourite student,looks down at her feet embarrassed. I know not supposed to have a favourite but shes too cute.She's on the plus side,curvy and tiny being.She has black hair with beautiful,bright blue eyes.Cherry cheeks which goes with with her olive skin tone.She has a heartshaped face and long hair that she put up in ponytail. She reminds me of old self,so in my own world.Insecure because of other people's opinions.She's perfect,totally gorgeous andif I swag that way,I would snatch her up within a sec.

And though he said nothing, his stare lingered a beat too long, like he was memorizing the gesture just to hate it more later. Brittany shifted uncomfortably. She didn’t understand a word of what was happening, and worse, she knew it. At one point, Kracus turned to her suddenly. "And you. What do you do?" Brittany blinked. "I’m an influencer." Silence. Kracus sipped his vodka. "Influence what?" "I, um, create lifestyle content. Fashion. Beauty. Travel." "Ah." He nodded, slow and cold. "You sell mirrors."

I lowered my gace, when suddenly I remembered that I talked to her like that. Before I could look down I felt a slap on my other cheek. I held my cheek. "Remember this bitch. Andrew. Is . Mine!. And leave him the fuck alone before I tell him that you have a crush on him". My eyes widened when she said that. How did she even know that I have a crush on Andrew. She must know the shock on my face. When she smirk and said. "Whats wrong?. Are you shocked". "How did you know?".I looked up at her and asked her in a low voice.

I blushed at the thought and I tried to hide it through the menu, but it was too late. "What are you thinking about, that has got you blushing?" "Nothing." "that's not what your bright rosy cheeks are telling me right now." "I was thinking how all of this makes me feel like a queen." "You are a queen. Your my queen." I blushed and smiled. Sometimes all of this feels too good to be true. I wake up sometimes not believing that I'm actually dating my childhood crush. No one ever thinks that they would get a chance to be with their childhood crush, because it rarely ever happens; but here I am sitting in a beautiful luxury restaurant. Across from the beautiful man of my dreams discussing my roya