Crush Love Novels & Stories

That was an unforgivable act, a violation, a drugging. The surge of emotions was too much. It was like a tidal wave crashing over me, each memory a new, crushing blow. My knees gave out. I crumpled to the ground in the bright, empty space, clutching my chest. It felt like my heart wasn't just crushed; it was being ground into dust. All those years, all that love, all that pain. Seeing Damien live his life with such carefree abandon, finding pleasure with so many different women, reveling in that ecstasy, only to look at me with such pure disgust the one time we were together in an intimate way. It was a wound that cut deeper than any bruise or impalement.

, Ava squealed with happiness. "I think I have a crush on him", Priti smiled at Ava's confession. "Darsh, I love you! Please don't leave me", Ava knocked on the car window. "He is my boyfriend", Ava fell back as Kyra introduced him. "He fucked me on the day he kissed you", Her soul was crushed as Kyra spoke. "I'll fuck you so good and clear the fog in your brain", he tried to defile her spirit. "You are mine! I'll kill everyone who keeps you away from me", a part of her died with her friends as she saw their limp bodies and lifeless eyes.

With a sudden, violent movement, his fingers clenched into a fist. Crack. The sound echoed in my chest. He didn’t just break the card—he crushed it with so much force that his own skin split open. Blood dripped from his palm, bright red drops staining the cold pavement beneath him.

William turned her around and put his hand on her left chest, feeling her heartbeat. She had crush on him? How could that be? Only Tristan occupied her mind and her heart couldn't be mistaken for love. "I hope so too. You should know that the consequence of falling in love with me is destruction." William didn't want to fall for her, and he wouldn't allow her to fall for him either. Crista looked at him, but she didn't say anything. there was nothing wrong with falling in love with a handsome, rich and powerful man like him. But in her case, falling in love with him was like jumping off the cliff. She would be doomed.

And unexpected, he crashed his lips against mine as he kisses me breathlessly. “I love you, Tamara,” He said with so much sincerity after we unlocked from the intense kiss. “I love you more, my celebrity crush,” I replied and we both erupted in deep laughter. . . . The End.

Tears that I willed away because I refused to let him see me cry. "Yes, I'm kind, but kindness doesn't stop me from being human, with all the other emotions that human beings are allowed to have. I loved you more than my own life, and when you threw me away in front of the whole universe, you destroyed me. And now that I've finally picked up all the pieces that were missing and put myself back together to be a better and stronger me, here you come. I have no interest in entertaining your narcissistic ass, so please, do yourself a favor and get f*cked."

She scrunched her face, still hissing through her gritted teeth. “She’s with me now. Will you stop crushing my dream like that? Nothing happened between them.” “Yeah, for now.” Amy rolled her eyes upwards. “You can’t let your guard down with a harlot like her.” “Shut the fuck up, Amy. You’d better focus on your baby-making thing. Or should I replace you instead?” I forced a wry smile this time, managing to steel myself to counter her insults that I had been swallowing. Amy tightened her grip on her champagne glass. Oh no, don’t tell me she’s going to pour that champagne on me.

It's hard enough to hurt. Sera smashed across the station floor, skidding through blood and broken glass. Jonas shouted her name and unloaded another burst of UV rounds. Husen blurred sideways between them. Too fast. One second near the pillar. Next second, directly in front of Jonas. The hunter barely managed to raise the rifle before Husen grabbed the barrel and crushed the metal in one hand.

"I remember those days when love stories held me captive, just as they do to you now." Intrigued, I turned to face her, eager to hear more about her experiences. "Tell me, Freda," I urged, "what is it about love that captivates you? What makes it so beautiful?" Freda's expression softened, and she gazed into the distance, lost in her memories. "Love, my dear Sandra," she began, her voice carrying a gentle nostalgia, "is a force that transcends time and space. It has the power to move mountains and heal the deepest of wounds. It is both delicate and resilient, fragile yet enduring."

In the toughest times, we had even marketed our love story to boost product sales, using our relationship as a shield for the brand. Now, the moment those photos of him kissing Susie hit the internet, a storm of outrage followed. People flooded the comments, calling him heartless and opportunistic. They accused him of betraying the very foundation of our success now that he had made it big. I didn't let it get to me. Instead, I sent him a message with the divorce appointment I had already scheduled at the courthouse. "Tomorrow at 9 AM, meet me at the courthouse." He didn't respond. But when I got home, I found him sitting in the darkened living room. The room was cold, and he was crouched in