Crush Imagines Novels & Stories

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.

Natasha, however, was still feeling a little lost, as if the things that just happened hadn't fully registered in her mind. Only when Shirley shook her shoulders did she go back to her senses. "You're so lucky! Do you know that Kyle is my crush for a long time now?! Oh my God!" she was shouting at her in order for her to hear clearly. She only grimaced because of it.

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

It's not a bad thing I must say, it's normal! Weird thing about this crush or infatuation thing is that it's stupid, yes it is and I'll say it again, "ITS DUMP"! You want to know why? Let me tell you, a crush is a very strong but brief feeling of love. Being strong means you may find yourself having done serious and foolish stuff in the name of love that isn't even real, ask me I know, am a living testimony. Sometimes you may even get to lose what's more valuable in your life all because of a crush, people do fight with their wives and husbands over a 'crush' you know what am saying.

I let out in between laughs. It's just so silly and funny to think about that I had to start laughing. It's been so long since I felt light headed like this. I thought. "Okay," She laughed before adding. "So, any hot guy in the picture?" She asked. "Um_" Silas face pop into my head wide and clear, making me swallow nothing but air. Just a crush. I want it to be something more. It isn't yet. I don't know if it would end up being something more.

“I find it funny that the two of you talk so tough when you are in no position to do so. If I do not get word to the man on the other side of that screen by the designated time, he will begin removing pieces of your friend. He’ll start by taking his toes, one by one, before moving his way upward.” “I don’t know anything about a book,” Cutter said defiantly. “And I say you’re lying. You have twenty-four hours to bring it to me or Warthog is dead, and you can look forward to finding pieces of him in your mailbox throughout the year.” “It’s the gift that keeps on giving,” Crush said, smirking. I went to hand him back the tablet but dropped it on the ground just before it reached his oversized h

The one for him was always Jasmine. After groveling before rich scions—desperate to marry into wealth—and being cast aside because of her lowly background, Jasmine returned to Samuel’s side as his flawless, perfect crush. Everything about her was a noble sacrifice, a tragic circumstance.

The man swallowed hard and stammered, "Ruined means… crushed. Completely crushed. Nothing left but a bloody mess." Lorenzo froze stiff on the spot. Mikayla, who had rushed over in panic, stood there in stunned silence. She had never imagined her scheme would end up crippling her own cousin so badly.

I was very busy during the week, doing my alpha werewolf stuff, supervising the renovation of some parts of our new pack house and of course replying texts to the many college girls that sought my attention at all costs. Now I was sitted inside the dressing room of the college soccer stadium, trying to kit up together with other guys that were also present for the trial. Suddenly a guy stood before me. He was all kitted up with nice yellow boots, a clean nice outfit and a white wrist band. He was all smiles, looking eager and filled with determination, but he had a problem. He was cranky and he wore medicated spectacles. From my accessment he looked like one in his late teens.

“I want to crush him. Wreck him until he wishes he were dead.” “What you’re asking for is suicide," I whispered. "My pack would capture and hang you the moment they set eyes on you. Max here alrady wants to skin you alive.” “I know but that’s my best bet.” Droplets of tears made way to the ground. I couldn’t resist feeling sorry for her. There was something that was pulling me towards Scarlett despite knowing who she really was. It was impossible to hate her no matter how I tried. I was only acting like I did, but that wasn’t what I truly felt inside.