Book Crushed Novels & Stories

And then I saw him. Lorenzo. He stood at the back of the crowd, a ghost in a thousand-dollar suit. It hung off his frame, and his eyes were hollowed-out pits of desperation. I felt nothing. He looked like a stranger. Was this man really once the center of my universe? Now he was just a pathetic, broken man. I looked away and continued with the press interviews. "Miss Rossi, what was the inspiration for this collection?" "Rebirth," I said, my smile genuine. "It's about having the courage to burn your old life to the ground so a new one can rise from the ashes."

A Crush Chapter One : The first meeting Adriana's POV It is Tuesday again, a day which was nicknamed Mathematics in my school as we usually Have Maths lecture for 3hrs straight, after which will be break Time. Though Maths was one of my best subjects I couldn't help but still feel overwhelmed with the thought of sitting In a class and Having a maths lecture for three hours. Since it was still 7am in the morning I was in my class with only Three Classmates of mine there as classes starts by 8am.

With a sudden, violent movement, his fingers clenched into a fist. Crack. The sound echoed in my chest. He didn’t just break the card—he crushed it with so much force that his own skin split open. Blood dripped from his palm, bright red drops staining the cold pavement beneath him.

" I nodded. 'Is she—' he tried to ask me again but I cut him off when I saw a convenience store. 'Josh, stop!" 'What?" he was startled pressing the brake. 'I need to buy something in the convenience store." He parked the car in front of the store and I climbed out. 'Wait Yoo-Mi, do you want me to go with you inside?" 'No. I'll be fine." I told him as I gripped the strap of my purse firmly in my hand. The store was empty for a Wednesday morning. No tourists, no town locals. I slowly scanned the aisles for anything to ease the bitterness I tasted in my tongue. I grabbed a peppermint candy and two bottles of apple juice.

The moment Brandon got to the pack house he went straight to his office, looking around for any trace of the poison. There were still whiskey glasses out from the night before, and now that he was sober, Brandon could smell the Wolfshaze. “How did I not notice” he thought to himself, the lavender scent was so potent, it stung going down.

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Tan stared down into the glass of whiskey he had in his hand. No matter how deep or how long he stared into the brown liquid, he couldn't get the image of Gabby's face, the last time he saw her, out of his mind. He really messed this one up big time. The memory of Gabby flipping free his hand was engraved in his mind. At what point would the alcohol stop the memories from intruding his thoughts, he often wondered and even after downing shot after shot. Even if he ever survived this phase of his life where he felt like his heart was ripped out of his cage whenever he was sober, his liver might have a hard time catching up.

We made our way to baggage claim and I bought and chugged down four bottles of water. After all of us grabbed all our things and made our way outside a feeling of relief went over me as my headache faded away. "WE'RE IN OMAHA BITCHES!" Ella exclaimed as we all shouted and cheered.

Maybe a little shock that he showed. After being treated in the emergency room, Cheryl was finally allowed to leave and rested in the hospitalization room. Lucas approached her while putting both hands in the pockets of his material pants. The man with a beard filling his chin looked at Cheryl, whose eyes were still closed. There were several bruises on her face and a bandage around her forehead. Both hands were wrapped in casts. The doctor said Cheryl had fractures in several parts of her body.

The delicate chain held a small, dull stone. Its simplicity made it feel almost like an afterthought. It was made by Shelby's favorite brand. "Tucker, I don't want to go. My legs still haven't healed." He scoffed, pretending not to hear me. "Stop being difficult. Go change," he barked. When I didn't move, Tucker's brows knitted in frustration. He gripped my wrist tightly and pulled me up, indifferent to the pain coursing through me.