Crimble Crumble Novels & Stories

Clarita shouted as she jerked up in her bed and she looked at her room in shock. " Was... that a dream?" she questioned herself as she wiped the sweat on her face but then.. she reminisced about how he kissed her forehead and she smiled... " he kissed me..." she mumbled. " But what?! I'm not brilliant enough?!" she shouted as if he really said that to her in real life. " I'm brilliant! I'm brilliant, right?" she asked the little toys in her bed and slumped back in her bed again. " Seems i have to start reading again. he might be harsh to me because I'm not as brilliant as him and I keep failing too. Hmmph!" she lamented.

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

I sat still as best as I could without falling off, but not without jostling up and down whenever he made a turn or curve. This is one hell of a ride.

He was struggling to find his feet; the drugs must have been kicking in. Jess was going to get out of here or she was going to die trying. The latter may be more realistic. She climbed to her feet and let out a scream of pain. She limped frantically for the front door and threw it open. Jedd followed staggering across the room.

“I’m busy. Gotta go.” Beep. Beep. Beep. He hung up on me. I gripped my phone, my hand trembling. On the table, our bonding goblets—the silver pair we drank from at our ceremony—slid to the edge and fell. CRASH. The cups hit the floor, dented and deformed, no longer a perfect pair. Just like us. Broken. With no hope of repair. I filed the Mate Bond Dissolution Agreement with the Elders. I’d had it ready for a long time.

His hands bit into my waist, then released as soon as my feet found purchase, just long enough to steady, not long enough to linger. Behind us, the rescued girl and Grant followed, the older woman right after. One step, two— The makeshift stair under Corvin’s foot **crumbled**. He slipped. There was nothing under him but open air. He didn’t make a sound at first. His body jerked, weight dropping. His hand shot out instinctively, catching the edge of the broken stair above—but the stone there was already disintegrating in slow, hissing pieces. For one heart-stopping second, half his body hung over the void, suspended only by crumbling stone and willpower.

SHE said that she wanted more, so the young man gave her that. But at that moment, his gentle tongue that tenderly caresses her femininity is gone. Instead, Jason's tongue became like a burning coil. Just a glowing coil of a paintbrush that smears insane but earnest happiness into her femininity. And that gave her reason to let out a series of growls and suppressed screams.

Anna's head was bowed low as she tried to fit her skirt firmly and neatly on her body. "My clothes are missing", Kaylee said loudly and Anna turned her head up abruptly and widen her eyes in shock "What?!" * * *