Crush Graphic Novels & Stories

“What?” I ask, looking as well. “Oh,” I say, a little surprised to see a bruise starting there, just above the crease. “Well, that’s new…” “Those assholes,” Christian grumbles, dropping my arm and raising his eyes to mine. “Bonetti’s men are always so needlessly brutal. I’m sorry, we’ll get you some pain killers –“ “It’s fine,” I say, crossing my arms and shrugging. “I’ve had a bruise before. And honestly, Christian, if you’re mad about a bruise you don’t want to know what else they were planning –“

Ethan was the center of everyone’s attention in high school. He was handsome, had good grades, and won practically every competition he took part in. Plenty of people had a crush on him, but most of them did not dare to confess. I was the only one who did and continued pestering him even after he rejected me multiple times. In the beginning, he rejected me by saying that he wanted to focus on studying, but later on, he got annoyed by me constantly bothering him and blatantly stated that he was irritated by my very presence.

They were best friends and stick to each other like leeches that sometimes they're mistaken to be gays. I only got to know this much in a week and every secret pictures I try to take of Cole, miles face always shows up. Unfortunately, I just have to send the pictures to Nicole with the two of their faces. I can do it. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, my senses heightens as I join the fray. I put my car into gear and pull out of the pit lane, merging seamlessly onto the track. I couldn't breath as all my vision was; a car summersaulting with me in it. A man hitting me and chuckling. My mother covering me up inside a car with tears.

“My wolf and my body will only ever crave you. I will never hurt you.” Then he kissed me, wild and possessive. For three whole years, he locked that pouch in his safe like it was a holy relic, terrified I’d crush a crystal in a moment of anger. Until Chloe came back. In a single year, I had been forced to crush sixty-three of them. This would be the sixty-fourth. I twisted the cap off a bottle of whiskey and threw my head back, swallowing the burning liquid. It felt like lava scorching its way down my throat. The silver poison and alcohol mixed, and a wave of agony crashed over me.

All I could see was red, dark shades of magenta. I kept smashing my fists against the steering wheel as I let out a scream I've been holding in. it's broken, heart-wrenching, sad. It's been buried inside for too long. Letting it out felt cathartic, therapeutic. I screamed and screamed and screamed until my voice grew hoarse and the anger dissipated. When I was done screaming, done using my car as a punching bag, I slumped against the seat, exhausted and tired. Who should I blame with this?

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,

Killian shows the tissue paper to Sebastian who inspects it curiosity. The tissue paper isn't that wet but he finds something else on it. Something that can be identified as make-up. He thinks it's called foundation but he can't be sure. Why would Killian use make-up? He receives an answer pretty quickly when he looks up and sees a fresh bruise under Killian’s eyes. Sebastian takes the tissue and wipes Killian's whole face with it. He gasps when he notices some other bruises on his face. Killian looked bad even with the make-up slightly covering up his bruises but now he looks absolutely terrible.

I said, it more like a statement than a question, and when she rushed forward to throw her arms around my neck hard enough to choke me, I felt myself relax. "It's great news, chicklet, you did it. It's a hit, number one on all the streaming charts. Look!" I looked at the magazine cover but couldn't make out the words through the tears in my eyes. It was real; I'd done it, I'd really done it.

Kenan exclaimed from across there. I took the phone away from my ear and checked the room chat with Kenan. Kenan sent me a photo that looks a bit blurry, but I'm pretty sure it's the same picture as the car that hit me. I went back on the call and told Kenan it was the same photo. "It's the same picture! Where did you get it?" I screamed quickly. "That is the symbol of the mafia group involved in collaborating with Marko's parents!" I immediately froze upon hearing Kenan's words.

am coming with her CV so you can see for yourself, she said and ended the call before I could drop the phone she was already in my office,she walked straight to my deck smiling like she see her crush and dropped the CV on the table. I picked up the CV and I was shocked by the name I was greeted with.my long time crush, I have known and loved her since high school, but I could not bring myself to telling her she is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever set my eyes on, I still love her till now but I guess there will be a problem since I have some else now. and yes I told emma about her and I even showed her cherish's pictures. I got some of the pictures from her page on F******k and th