Crush Graphic Novels & Stories

My mind jumped from one horrible thought to another, then I read the text below the clip. /SLUT! I AM SENDING THIS VIDEO TO YOUR FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND THE DEAN OF STUDIES, AND IF YOU DON'T FUCKING CORPORATE WITH ME, I'LL GO PUBLIC. STUPID ASS CUNT!/ The words were bold, and the anger that boiled inside of CJ exploded. "Fuck!" He screamed. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I collapsed into his lap. He held me tight, murmuring soothing platitudes and comforting words. The video showed a side view of the bed, a large chunk of my butt cheeks, and my face. We were in a doggy position and our faces were visible

My younger brother, Victor Bishop, has a silver tongue. That's why our parents, Paul Bishop and Jenna Cole, treat him like a treasure. I am socially awkward and blind to social cues, so they send me to the countryside to train. They even say there's no need to treat me well. They feed me scraps and make me sleep in the barn. After I turn 18, they put me in the family company to test me. Because of me, the Bishops become the richest family in Caldera. But Victor teams up with our parents and steals the credit that should've been mine. Everyone in the business world treats him like a star. Later, a building he cuts corners on collapses and kills dozens of workers. He makes me take the

He fell right into their plot, exactly as planned. The impact was devastating. His company was blindsided, left floundering and utterly unprepared. Almost overnight, the tides had turned. The once-powerful Hood Group was thrust back into the dire conditions it had barely escaped five years earlier, but this time, no one was willing to help them recover. In his desperation, Jeffrey called me. His voice was fraught with panic when I answered. "I need 30 million. Now," he pleaded. The audacity of his request almost made me laugh out loud. Tears of incredulity filled my eyes.

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

At the beginning, she thought it's just a Crush but when she realises it's not just a Crush and she had fallen head over heels for him her life turns upside down . When he's her crush , she didn't expect anything from him. She just wished to admire him. But when they are in love , she expected him to pamper her , love her and respect her. Both are poles apart. He's an extrovert who mingles with anyone easily while she's even unable to mingle with his friends. He's not that possesive type , while she's extremely possessive on him . Amidst the differences in their nature , it's their love that kept them together. What happens when an incident changes everything? Will they end up together or fa

The gun Alan was holding fell to the floor. Alan was not to be outdone. He punched Laird in the stomach. They struggled against the side of the car. Laird slammed Alan against the car until the car shook. Again and again, they slammed each other's bodies into the side of the car. I could only scream in alarm when I saw Laird hitting Alan. But things turned around again. Alan lunged Laird into the wall. He slammed Laird's body into the wall with all his weight. Laird groaned as his stomach was crushed.

I guess Loxie posted them. But how quickly had the pictures spread so fast in different websites. I saw some headlines: TRENDING PHOTOS OF THE BUGATTI VOITURE LA NOIRE, DAMIAN DELANCE BOUGHT FOR HIS WIFE FOR VALENTINE. “The Mrs Delance! New popular baby!” Zara screamed and hugged me tight. I couldn't help but blush. I hope I’ll get used to being in the spotlight soon. “You're so lucky, Sarah. I wish I was in your shoes,” Zara she said dreamily and hugged her arms.

Adam asked with a calm voice. “Thanks Adam. You only need to do one thing. There’s this black substance…I think it’s a poison that knocks out wolves in five minutes and gets them killed in an hour.” I kept digging without looking up at Adam. “That’s the description. I don’t know the name. I know you’re smart. I need the antidote for whatever that substance is.” “It’s called Morphixir.” He answered immediately. “It’s a common drug used to kill werewolves in captivity. And yes I’ve got the antidote here.”

"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.

"Not vodka. Anything but vodka." He laughed. "Two beers please!" He said, raising a hand to get the attention of the barkeep. "That's a better start than my last encounter already." "You mean that guy?" He pointed over the bar, where my former 'suitor' was already at work with another girl. Luckily, it seemed she wasn't having much of him either. "That guy's a prick. He's the whole reason I don't come to this place." I glanced at my new crush. "Yeah, I haven't seen you around before."