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Blow after blow, I exploited his weakness, driving him toward the ropes. The crowd was on its feet, the noise deafening as the match reached its climax. Crusher tried to rally, throwing a desperate punch, but I ducked under it and landed an uppercut square on his jaw. His body went limp, and he hit the canvas hard. The referee began the count, but I already knew it was over. Crusher wasn’t getting up. The crowd erupted, some cheering, others shouting in disbelief. I stood there, breathing heavily, my fists still clenched as I stared down at my fallen opponent.

Not that she needs to do that, her one look of approval is enough for him to get the message across. They spend another few minutes in absolute silence. She offers him one of her airpods as she listens to some music. “I'm not into either metal or breakup songs.” She rolls her eyes at his pathetic attempt at making a joke. At the end, he is the one who lets out an awkward laugh and not her. “You are a diva. It's annoying.” Now it's time to roll his eyes. She isn't done insulting him, she goes on to say, “I don't know why I had a crush on you in the first place.”

"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.

Their powers hit our little team with full strength without letting us catch our breath. The group of monsters struck our row like a big wave crashing into a weak barrier. The noise was very loud—a bad blend of growling, ripping skin, and the loud shouts of our fighters. There was no chance for plans, only quick, urgent protection. The crash sent a shake through our setup, making me put all my attention into holding against the pure, body force of the foe.

The debt crushed Logan, and to spare me the burden, he climbed to the top of the office building and jumped. Amber, meanwhile, milked her "whistleblower" act to become an influencer. She raked in millions, buying a mansion and a luxury car within months. God gave me a second chance. I'd been kind, and she'd ruined us. This time, I'd let her chase her "dream job" and face the consequences. Swallowing my fury, I forced a neutral tone. "Sounds like a lot to process. I'm off to the library to hit the books."

Then— CRASH. The plate slipped from my hands, shattering at my feet. Silence. They heard. They saw. *Fuck*

Times will change,enemies will strike. Bloodlines will be questioned and wars will ignite. But the question will still remain. Will winds of time and weights of crowns make them unite as one? Or will Daniel always remain his stalker's crush. "Crushing on your majesty was my hearts untamable compulsion, While loving him, my life's first and last obsession. -Evalinge " ..................... Chapter 1............... "I didn't knew what crush was , till I saw him with my eyes, Strengthening the belief of what they called,

The door swung open to reveal him in a pair of sleep pants and nothing else. "Yes, Princess?", he asked as he opened the door wider to let her in. "I know this is a weird question but can I crash on your couch?", She asked. He looked her over as he could plainly see she was beyond exhausted and ready to fall over. "Problems with your place?", he asked. "They are there, and they won't leave.", she stated. "Who are they exactly?", he asked as she sat on the couch. "My team.", she said. "The east coast main blue team."

Typical Jamaal, I decided to ask him the one question that has been lingering on my mind. Me: Who do you like, is it me or your crush? Two minutes passed, three minutes also passed. I tapped my fingers on my laptop as I waited for his reply. Mystery man: To be honest with you, I'm in a dilemma concerning this. You are my crush to and I like you both. Me: Ouu.... I like you too, I think I'm attached to you. I groaned after I clicked on sent, won't that make me sound cheap.