Crush Home Novels & Stories

she said, “everything will work out.” My pulse raced. “Thank you,” I breathed. “You have no idea how much this means to me.” Inside, something dangerous stirred. Odell Johnson, the king of campus and my childhood crush. And now… I was about to walk straight into his world. ……….. I finally settled into the room after everything quieted down.

"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?"

she’d said, "they mean I can forgive you sixty-six times. But if they ever run out, I'm leaving." I had kissed her. I had promised her. "They'll never run out," I'd sworn. "I will never give you a reason to use them." But this past year, I had dismissed her pain, again and again. "It's just a crystal. Crush it." "There are plenty more where that came from." "Feeling hurt? Crush another one. It's what they're for." I thought they were infinite. I thought she was infinite. But now, sixty-six chances had turned to dust. And I hadn’t even noticed they were dwindling.

It was hard to tell. Once we were back in the car, my heart pounded with nerves as we approached the mansion. I stared wide-eyed at the opulent surroundings as we drove through the grand entrance. My eyes caught sight of the elaborate crest emblazoned on the gates: Carter Mansion. My breath caught in my throat. The Carters? The richest business foundation in the entire country? My mind raced. What were we doing here? Jesse couldn’t possibly be connected to them. He was just an ordinary lecturer, right? I immediately shrugged off the thought, trying to focus on the moment.

Mia’s POV Finally, he was here. I can’t believe it, James is actually standing outside my house right now. A thrill of excitement rushes through me, like butterflies dancing in my stomach. When I peek through the curtain, my jaw nearly drops. He came in a Bugatti Veyron. A black one. Sleek. Shiny. Expensive. I had only seen such cars in magazines or in music videos. Seeing one parked outside my home? That was something else.

"I thought it made sense to start combining our belongings. After all, what's mine will be yours and—" The words were cut off by the sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh. Kieran's hand moved faster than thought. The slap he delivered across Scarlett's face was vicious and merciless, carrying all the rage and self-hatred that had been building inside him. "SMACK!" The sound echoed throughout the living room like a gunshot. Every servant in the room froze instantly. The young woman dropped her box with a crash that seemed unnaturally loud in the sudden silence. Nobody dared to breathe. Scarlett staggered backward from the force of the blow. Her hand flew to her cheek, which was already swelling

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."