Book Crushed Novels & Stories

“I was wrong. I believed the wrong people. I hurt the person who truly loved me. “You’re kind. You always were. I’ve already cut those toxic women out of my life. They’ll never bother you again.” He even tried using Blake as an excuse. “My mom likes you now. You two get along so well. You’re the only one she accepts. “Let’s just be together and start fresh, okay?” When I did not say anything, he panicked and handed me his black credit card. “You can have anything you want. If you want the stars, I’ll get them for you.” I coldly turned my head, lifted my bangs, and showed him the scar on my forehead.

She handed me a drink. "I don't want to drink Amy". I screamed through the music. Because there was loud music. Scrunching my nose in disgust. I'm not a fan of alcohol. "Just hold it, because if someone is going to give you they can put some drugs in it". She explained to me. I nodded my head. We went back to the living room. I searched the place and when my eyes landed on one person. Grinding with a girl. I looked at his face and saw he enjoyed it. For four years I seeked for his attention but I guess faith doesn't want that.

She instantly covered her face with both of her hands in embarrassment. But no matter what, Scarlett was her only weakness and she felt relieved after blurting it out before her. Scarlett strode across the room, grasping the words that she just heard. Juliette was still waiting for the reaction that her friends would probably show to her. Getting back to her, Scarlett sat beside Juliette. "Having a crush on her sexy and most handsome teacher, isn't it a normal thing? What are you embarrassed about?" Juliette lifted her gaze in surprise, Did she just support her?

My wig was already on my head, I don't like unnecessary stress. I took two tablets and dropped the sachet on the sofa as I stoop up, grabbing my bag, a bigger one this time. It's a chanelle made bag, the one that's supposed to be worn on the back, I decided to take this one along because of the amount of works I have today. Which makes it easier for the textbooks and handouts to fit into it, along with my notebooks.

I look at her hands and they are trembling. "Give her something to calm her down." I say to Stephano and he nods before reaching into his jacket pocket and getting out a small white pill. I don't care to ask what it is cause I just need her calm. "What is it?" She softly asks looking at the pill in her hand. "Beta blocker." Stephano says and she looks at him like he's crazy and I almost laugh. "Isn't that heart attack medication?" She asks and Stephano simply shrugs.

Maybe she was being dramatic, or maybe she was just being plain stupid, either way, she was sure she didn't deserve to feel this way. “No, Chloe! I don't think you do.” Hailey said. “Yes Chloe, you should listen to your friend,” Zach said. Chloe rolled her eyes with a grunt and then she saw a bottle of vodka starched in between the coffee maker and the toast machine. She walked to it and grabbed an empty neat red cup. She poured it into the cup, but it seemed like it was coming out too slowly, so she started to drink from the bottle, her throat burning as she drank it, down to her chest.

He reached over me and unchained my wrist and ankles from the cold metal, allowing slight winces of pain to leave my lips. My ankles and wrist were both bruised and bloody causing a stinging/ burning sensation as it became exposed to the oxygen. He took my arm and helped me out of the car, but as soon as my feet hit the floor a loud screech left my mouth. A terrible amount of pain rushed through my legs as I tried to apply my weight on them. I looked up at Dylan and his expression showed no remorse or sorrow once so ever. He just yanked me back up and continued pushing me forward.

if only mum knows that he happens to be my crush from highschool well he seems good, you know I haven't worked with him yet we just melt today so I don't know how good or bad he is yet. I definitely wasn't lying about that, because we might have gone to the same highschool but we didn't know each other more than the name, so I really wasn't lying when I said I don't know how good or bad he is yet.

Each day I wear long sleeves shirts and pants to school to cover the bruises on my body to avoid any Suspicious towards me. I isolate myself from crowds, so yes I don't have friends at all, the cause is afraid of what that man whom I call father will do, or even worse make them think of a whore who sleeps with anybody. I don't have a boyfriend at all, cause of my dad. Many boys have found me attractive and even asked me out on dates, I refused their offer cause of my dad. My grades at school are outstanding, being great at sports, but never played due to the bruise on my body.

The only place where you needed permission to enter in his penthouse. Three years ago when I returned to the states newly from Qatar where I lived my childhood life, I entered the dark side of my old man's life. The abyss of proud cruelty which he was very unapologetic of. The Neurodex-9 was one of the drugs Tinsel produced for PTSD back when the doyen was still standing strongly as CEO before Geneva. It was designed for PTSD only for them to find out it rewrote and suppressed memories too... *****