Crush 40 Open Your Heart Novels & Stories

“I want to believe you, Am. I really do. As your best friend, who wants nothing but the best for you, I think you should get rid of this ten-year-old toxic crush. But honestly, there’s also a reason why you’ve had this crush for this long!” “I hate you too!” I cried loudly. Snatching more tissues off the tissue box, I buried my crying face in them and wailed hard. “Okay,” she finally softened, “then this person you hate is going to put a bandage on your split heart.” “How?” I choked in pathetic tears. “What better way to kill a heartache than poison?” “I don’t do drugs!” I wailed hard again. “I don’t mean drugs, you idiot!” “You think I’m stupid too!” My anguish burst like water from a broke

CALISTA'S P. O. V Crack. The sound echoed around the room, louder than my beating heart. Hope spread its wings inside me, giving me a sudden surge of strength. I hit the wall again, recoiling back slightly, but the impact left a dent. My heart hanged in my throat. “Please. Please. Please." I begged, I didn't know who or what exactly I was begging, only that the plea couldn't stop slipping out of my mouth.

My future mate, Alpha Ethan Steele, wants to exact justice for my adoptive sister, Alicia Mason. So, despite my two-month pregnancy, he has locked me away in a mountain cave to reflect on my actions. Some time later, the cave wall suddenly collapses, and debris crashes down upon me. I curl up in a crevice for safety. Feeling intermittent cramps in my lower abdomen, I tremble as I dial the pack communicator to call for help. "Help! The walls just caved in! I'm going to be crushed!" The pack members' cold voices ring out from the other end of the communicator. "The Alpha already told us beforehand that you'd lie about suffering just to escape punishment. He wants you to properly reflect on

Better end this now. I go faster, so fast it starts to move in slow motion. I grip its purplish face in my fist and crush it, squashing it like a lemon and then I methodically chop it up. Even the chopped tentacles continue to attack, until I have crushed its skull to bits and punched out its reinforced heart. Finally it lies dead at my feet. To my surprise, all of it starts to disintegrate. Instinctively, I dig my claws into the heart and hold on. The skull, blood, tentacles all disappear as I watch, all except the heart in my fist.

And that morbid crush will evaporate like a nightmare. Thank God, those on stage finish playing and remove instruments. There is a pause and in this silence he clearly hears her voice. He recognizes him from hundreds of others... Boiling water spilled under the heart splashes, giving birth to a tsunami. He is thrown into the heat. He knocks over the remains of his temple in a gulp and exhales. He inhales, as before jumping into the water, and turns his head.

Bennet's words hit me like a kick to the stomach. "Crush the pack?" Horror twisted in my blood, I whispered. It feels like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. I'm not alone anymore. Victor isn't merely chasing me. He is chasing everyone. Each and every one.

Apologetic? " Sylvia I... I want to break up with you." He muttered and my heart pounded, exploding I'm my chest. What!?

But what the hell! “She’s not some rogue, some female! She’s MINE!! Crush has chosen her and that’s it! You fucked up, now you better hope like hell I can at least salvage my relationship with her. I don’t give a shit about you,” he reels, shoving me back and releasing me. I stumble, my hands going to my throat in shock. Before I know it, I’m falling into the couch and actually flipping over it. When my body lands with a thud, I hear the door already slamming shut.

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"

The air changed again. But this time Keisha felt it before the room reacted. A shift in pressure behind her left shoulder. Not impact yet. Prediction of impact. Her body moved instinctively— Not fast enough. A sharp pulse of force hit the space just beside her. Not her body directly. The environment around her. The wall to her left snapped inward with a dull, controlled crack—like something had pressed it from the inside out and released it instantly. Keisha stumbled back on instinct.