Crush Home Novels & Stories

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."

Sandy was having a girl crush, she was absolutely stunning. Deep inside, she was crushed. These are the kind of women John was surrounded with every other day. She started to sink inside herself, second-guessing her own judgment. Maybe she was rushing into things because of how infatuated she was by him. She started to think that she might be biting more than she can chew. **********

Please, just let me know if you are seeing someone and I will get rid of my feelings for you. What! He likes me. Oh my goodness, he likes me. Wait, get rid of what. Me: I'm not seeing anyone, I like you too Mystery man. I just lied, I was dating Jamaal and I just fucking lied to my first crush ever cause I didn't want to lose him. Jamaal or mystery man which of them was my heart beating for. Mystery man: Well this just made my day. I must be really lucky. So what's happening with you ? Come and gist me.

“This is our house now, Iris. Our place, at the head of the family, in the family home. We’ll…take the master suite as soon as Bianca moves out.” I sigh, hanging my head and reaching for my glass of wine. “I don’t like that, Christian. Don’t like that you’re kicking a woman out of her home.”

"This is my life. It's how I love to live. So, what's the latest on your crush?" "She's more than a crush. I'm obsessed with her. I can't stop watching the CCTV camera, observing how she works with complete dedication. I don't think she's seeing anyone. I've never seen her making personal calls in her office. If she had a boyfriend, they would be constantly contacting each other. She seems too focused on her work. I've invited her for lunch three times already, and she's turned me down each time with respect." "She's playing hard to get. What's your plan that you mentioned to me yesterday about her?"

I shouted quickly. He chuckled softly. "Inviting a guy over to your house when your parents aren't home is pretty dangerous, you know that?" He looked at me with a teasing gaze. And it makes me want to laugh. "Don't worry, I know how to break someone's arm. Not only that, there are so many CCTVs in my house; if you dare to mess around, be prepared to face my Dad's wrath! Seriously, he even stuck my friend's body on the floor once with his magic trap!"

After graduating from college, my daughter Zoe Dunne turned into a complete deadbeat. She was twenty-three, unemployed, and spent most of her days sleeping at home. She barely bothered to brush her hair or wash her face. Even getting out of bed for a meal seemed like too much effort. I worried constantly about how she was ever going to survive on her own. Then, one day, Michelle Tyler showed up at our door. She was my husband George Dunne’s longtime coworker. Also, as it turned out, she was the woman he had been sleeping with for decades. She had a son with her who was a year older than Zoe. Before I could say a word, George jabbed a finger in my face and started yelling, “All these ye

"Of course I believe you." I broke down, sobbing into my hands. Alex reached out and gripped my fingers tight. "You didn't deserve any of this." Those words shattered what was left of me. After he helped me handle the discharge papers, we walked out into the cool morning air. "Where do you want to go?" he asked, holding the passenger door open for me. "Not home," I said immediately. "Why?" "I can't go back there." I couldn't face that apartment. It smelled like Odell. It felt like the wedding we were supposed to have, the future I was supposed to build, the baby I was supposed to raise. It was a graveyard of things I'd lost.

"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.

That annoyingly handsome face was inches from mine, sweat beading densely on his forehead and dripping from the tips of his hair. I instinctively swallowed hard. Honestly, who wouldn't be tempted by a body like that? But I still managed to hold it together. I raised my hand and pushed him aside, putting on a solemn expression as I asked, "Can you at least put a shirt on when you're at home?" He glanced down at his chest, looking confused. "Why? Am I not ripped enough?" Was that the point here? "Don't you think this is inappropriate?" "How is it inappropriate? If I don't walk around half-naked at home, am I supposed to do it out on the street?"