Cartoon Crushes Novels & Stories

I was playing Candy crush when my room door opened and Sarah stepped inside. I sat up immediately. "Hey" Sarah called out as she sat down on my bed. I didn't reply her as I plugged my phone. "Nervous much?" Sarah asked. "Yeah" I replied. "You are gonna do great" Sarah said with a shrug. "Adeola said that too" I added. "See" Sarah said gesturing with her hands to prove her point. "Things are not going to be easy for me as it was for you" I replied.

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.

Sandy was having a girl crush, she was absolutely stunning. Deep inside, she was crushed. These are the kind of women John was surrounded with every other day. She started to sink inside herself, second-guessing her own judgment. Maybe she was rushing into things because of how infatuated she was by him. She started to think that she might be biting more than she can chew. **********

What do they want with me? Are they…are they going to make me… “Well, Bambi,” the man on the other side of the car says, bringing my eyes immediately back to him. His voice oddly accents my stage name like he knows it’s fake. “You sure as hell started a lot of trouble for me tonight. We’re going to have to -” But his words are interrupted by a huge crash and my scream as the rear window of the car shatters, the sound of gunshots echoing in the air.

a nerd OMG, how can a nerd actually had a crush on me, well I am ladies type every one of them want a piece of me, they all earn my touches like you do nerd He said arrogantly, but what can I do about you nerd, I am sorry I had to break your heart, but I am not interested in you and stop having a stupid crush on me because it's can never happen between us, and you ain't my type to begin with he smirked as he continues You are so ugly, you dressed so poor, had a lot of Wrinkles like an old woman with your round ugly glasses, gosh you are so disgusting, well I don't really hate you neither did I like you too but having a crush on me is ridiculous, it's cool if you are just day dreaming it's ne

He was about to say something before he corrected himself. "Still you didn't have to take me home. I never asked you too, so stop sounding so annoyed as if I was such a burden." "That is exactly what you are! A huge mother fucking burden, always has been since you were twelve. You are so unbelievable." Mason yelled in a hushed voice so Asher wouldn't hear him. Instead of crying in front of him, I sat up straight and poked my chest out. I was so mad and hurt, I can't believe I have a crush on him. Without saying anything to him at all, I walked away. I grabbed my pills and water and walked out of the room. I quickly walked to the bathroom and started the shower. I swallowed my pills quickly,

His finger tracing an elegant arc in the air, "wouldn't it... look more like that moment when a butterfly's wings are struggling, trying to break free from its cocoon?" I was utterly still, my fingers tightening around the milk cup. For the first time, someone... so directly, so accurately, had seen past the "Broken Wings" series to the chaotic, painful emotions and metaphors I couldn't put into words.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

“I just hope he hasn’t… You know… done anything strange?” “You’re overthinking it,” I said. “Maybe. Anyway, forget that. There’s a party tonight. One of my guys is throwing another one for his bro.” “Another one?” “Yeah. Some idiot ruined the last one. Sent frogs and rats in a package. Can you imagine? The guy opened it thinking it was a gift, and boom, chaos ensued. Party scattered in like five minutes.” "Frogs and rats." I blinked. “Who would even do that?” I asked.

***Scarlett*** James ducked, dodging the incoming punch with a speed nearing that of lightening. His feet smashed into the man’s chest. The cracking sound gave way to a terrifying groan. The second guy runs to his friend’s rescue but James was too fast and didn’t grant him that privilege. “If you had listened to me. Your friend wouldn’t have ended up with broken ribs.” James snapped his neck so effortlessly that I began to wonder if he snaps necks every day.