Crush Imagines Novels & Stories

No one knows about Crish's bad habits outside of campus because he is very good at camouflage. Usually Crish would go to a night club out of town so no one could recognize him, not forgetting that he also always wore clothes that were different from his style on campus. So far no one knows about it. Crish is the only child of a wealthy businessman, he is used to being spoiled by his parents so he is not afraid to do anything. In addition, the pressure from various parties to always be the best has made him take out his tiredness on negative things. Maybe until Crish graduated from the campus, Camellia was the only person who knew about all the bad habits that Crish often did. But that all ha

I totally want to go so I get to see my crush. The boy of my dreams. Oh so dreamy. 'Snap out of it dumbass. He doesn't even acknowledge you'. I thought to myself. He has been my crush since when I was 15 years old. We went to the same school. Anyway on my way to school I saw my bestfriend Amy. Waving at me. She's so sweet. We grew up together and she knew all my secrets. We tell each other everything. Yeah she had a sleepover with her boyfriend so he dropped her off at school. If you're wondering.

I asked irritated. Why the hell you gonna like my crush? The fuck.... Fisayo frowned at my change in tone. "What's wrong with you?" Fisayo asked. You freaking like my crush! That's what's wrong with me! "Nothing" I replied as I raised my hand. "Whoa! That's one hell of a support there" the guy said as he dropped Jesse's hand. He picked Victoria's hand and raised it again "For assistant class rep who's in support?" He asked.

BEAT! I pour the last dregs of my will, my sanity, into that impossible image. Forcing the torrential chaos through the crucible of my scars, compressing it, shaping it with the only template I have: the defiant pulse of existence itself. The pressure inside me peaks. A silent detonation. The funneling chaos… snaps.

a nerd OMG, how can a nerd actually had a crush on me, well I am ladies type every one of them want a piece of me, they all earn my touches like you do nerd He said arrogantly, but what can I do about you nerd, I am sorry I had to break your heart, but I am not interested in you and stop having a stupid crush on me because it's can never happen between us, and you ain't my type to begin with he smirked as he continues You are so ugly, you dressed so poor, had a lot of Wrinkles like an old woman with your round ugly glasses, gosh you are so disgusting, well I don't really hate you neither did I like you too but having a crush on me is ridiculous, it's cool if you are just day dreaming it's ne

"My favorite team has a bout tonight. It's actually a double header, but I wanted to go to see High Rollers battle it out against Bone Breakers." "I take it you're a High Rollers fan?" She blushed a warm shade of embarrassment, and her eyes softened in the cutest way. "Actually, I'm a Grim D. Mise fan. She happens to be a High Roller." "What's a Grim D. Mise? Keep in mind, I know nothing about roller derby."

“So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.” Her arrogance made the word “crush” sound like a cruel joke. I gave a bitter smile and walked away without a word. That night, Blake came to the house. She already knew what had happened and was trying to get to the truth. “Unfortunately, the cameras at Fiona’s house were all broken. And since you weren’t with Nigel all the time, we can’t prove anything. Now it’s just Fiona’s word against yours.” She had even worse news to add. “Nigel’s been suspicious of you for a while. A month ago, he hired people to look into where you’ve b

. MORE THAN A CRUSH . . Written by Anjay. . . SYNOPSIS It's been six years since Sylvia last saw Alex and she can't wait to see him again. When he shows up unexpectedly at her shop, Sylvia's joy knows no bound. They come together and in no time rekindle the love they once had. Things seem to be going smoothly for them until an enemy from the past shows up and threatens to ruin the blossoming relationship. Can they ride it out or will the re-established love be stamped out? Only one way to find out... Through me. Or better still, read the story.

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,

"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.