Crush Letters Novels & Stories

"FUCK THIS SHITS!" ********

To the dance floor. To the moment I'd seen another man approach her. To the brief second before Mason interrupted. To the irrational satisfaction I'd felt afterward. I set the glass down harder than intended. The sound echoed softly through the room. I frowned. Then picked it up again. The memory refused to leave. Ava laughing. Ava glaring. Ava refusing to look at me. Ava looking at me. My grip tightened unconsciously. The glass slipped. Time seemed to slow. Then…. Crash.

I hate Michelle Grande! My fists are clenched, teeth gritted, anger in my head. Okay Arietta, don't so something stupid, think about something that will calm your nerves. Think about Mitchell Grande being ran over by a truck. No a train is better, think about that and also picture yourself there to witness his tremendous death! I breath in and smiled at the beautiful and nerve calming image in my head.

I whispered. And then— I pressed Send. The email disappeared from my screen. My heart was pounding so loudly it echoed in my ears. It was done. I leaned back in my chair, breathing heavily. Tomorrow— Everything changes.

I move the mic piece closer to my mouth so that my lips are almost buzzing against it when I speak. “Tips speak louder than words,” I remind my suitors in a low, smoky voice. Ding, ding, ding! Notifications pour into my ears as more members join the chat and start sending small but heart-skipping tips. Five dollars here, ten dollars there. Most of their money comes with a request, but some of it is just like confetti raining down. “Oh, you want to see a little more skin?” I tease. The screen is filled with messages like:

Crack. Shatter. Silence. Or maybe just to my ears.

Hills crying into her husband's arms while he had tears in his eyes. Just then, Shelley's phone announced: "Big Crush Bruno's Birthday Tonight!" Shelley's eyes widened, as did Jessie's and her parents'. Shelley knew what was coming next and ran to turn it off, but it was too late. "Don't miss it! You gotta confess your feelings!" She got to the couch and closed her eyes tightly before canceling the reminder. Slowly, she turned and saw the faces she expected to see. "You had a crush on Bruno too?"

“Lucy and I, Neo Biggs, were once best friends. Many times, other students thought we were in a romantic relationship and this relayed my confidence to ask her out. Even though she declined, I still provided her with support in comprehending mathematical problems due to my brother’s expertise in calculus. I made sure Lucy got better at mathematics. By encouraging her to study more, she was able to surpass me in class and even received recognition for her exceptional performance among her classmates during her first year of high school. But, as soon as Micheal transferred to our school, Lucy started to care for less. She stopped studying with me and Micheal’s hobby became her hobby too.” “Yo,

Yet another used only five letters in the algorithm: FLAME. Most versions used six but one claimed that “S” stood for “Siblings”. Kate and the girls followed the version most familiar to them and believed that “Soulmate” was the perfect fit for the last letter because why the heck would anyone not know who their sibling was? Also, what would be the point of playing FLAMES since you and a sibling would have the same family name? More importantly, the thought of playing FLAMES because you had a crush on your sibling felt cringey AF.

With wide eyes, a tightly clenched jaw, and both fists tightly clenched, Kenan walked quickly toward us. He threw a hard punch at Marko, making him stagger backward. Lenny and the other two girls immediately stepped back in panic. "Bastard! You dare touch her?!" Kenan snapped while giving another punch quickly toward Marko. Unprepared Marko again fell to the floor with a bang. He stood up quickly and tried to counter Kenan, but of course, Kenan was much faster than him. Kenan gave Marko a barrage of punches. Lenny and the others screamed in fear.