Crush Heart Novels & Stories

That was an unforgivable act, a violation, a drugging. The surge of emotions was too much. It was like a tidal wave crashing over me, each memory a new, crushing blow. My knees gave out. I crumpled to the ground in the bright, empty space, clutching my chest. It felt like my heart wasn't just crushed; it was being ground into dust. All those years, all that love, all that pain. Seeing Damien live his life with such carefree abandon, finding pleasure with so many different women, reveling in that ecstasy, only to look at me with such pure disgust the one time we were together in an intimate way. It was a wound that cut deeper than any bruise or impalement.

I did not even have to move much. I grab the first male that was closest to me and stroke his head. The shiny thing that he had on his head became crushed and fell off of his head. So…..it was not even as strong as I had previously feared. This would be very very fast.. I then clench my fist and give him a punch on his chest area. The shiny material that he had on broke away around his chest and made more than enough room for me to be able to run my fist into him and pull out his heart.

🌹 43 🌹 “Fuck!” Ajay ran into the room when he noticed what went wrong. “How did this happen?” He quickly pressed the emergency button and soon after, a doctor and some nurses rushed in. Joan laid unconscious with the tears still fresh down her ears. Ajay sadly looked at her as he was ushered out of the room. “What is happening?” Abel soon arrived. “I don't know.” Ajay was panicking. “I came in and saw the heart monitor was unplugged and..and,,, and s-she was there..”

I lie, pretending to close my eyes. I don't dare to look at Spencer after that. He didn't need to know I was having a hard time dealing with his decision. I've already shown my vulnerability to him. God! He must think I'm such a whump and crazy for him. To think of it, I think it won't be a lie to say I have the hots for him, I may even like him very much. God. Why is it so hard to accept rejection? I can always find someone better for me. Yeah, I try to soothe my broken heart. A crush can be developed any time. It doesn't need to be Spencer. Then why is my heart hurting so bad? Why do I feel like my world just came crashing down in front of my eyes? Why do my legs feel so weak? Why do I wan

She knew the right words to say to pierce through my heart—almost like she had been waiting for this moment to crush me. Not crushed through. But totally bruised.

It’s like a huge chunk of my heart has been crushed, trampled underfoot. I want to scream. I want to cry. But I don’t.

When a flower blooms the unmerciful cannot stand still and treasure it. It drives them insane to see the flower sprout and grow with warmth and beauty so they crush it. They stomp their feet upon the flower killing it and its seed. Just like Deimos who crushed my heart. He not only crushed my heart but the seed that bloomed with hope and dreams along with it.

“All of that… because of a crush? A crush you had on me?” “Not a crush,” Jax corrected, his voice dropping to a raw, vulnerable rasp. He leaned down, his forehead gently touching mine. “It was never just a crush. It was an obsession. A sickness. You were under my skin from the moment you turned back into the rain for me. I hated it. I hated you for making me feel it. And I hated myself more for not being able to stop.”

I swear she turns red; She quickly drops the wine on the table taking a walk of shame with her crying daughters behind her. When the house finally becomes empty and I am all alone, I carefully pick up my glass cup and smash it against the wall, I watch it shatter into tiny pieces just like my heart, I pick up a sharp piece and slide to the floor. Dragging my gown to my thigh, I place the tip of the glass on my lap and cut. I cut so deep that I am almost alarmed by the amount of blood I see. I have never been a suicidal person; I don't plan on bleeding to death.

She scrunched her face, still hissing through her gritted teeth. “She’s with me now. Will you stop crushing my dream like that? Nothing happened between them.” “Yeah, for now.” Amy rolled her eyes upwards. “You can’t let your guard down with a harlot like her.” “Shut the fuck up, Amy. You’d better focus on your baby-making thing. Or should I replace you instead?” I forced a wry smile this time, managing to steel myself to counter her insults that I had been swallowing. Amy tightened her grip on her champagne glass. Oh no, don’t tell me she’s going to pour that champagne on me.