Crush Next Door Novels & Stories

I lowered my gace, when suddenly I remembered that I talked to her like that. Before I could look down I felt a slap on my other cheek. I held my cheek. "Remember this bitch. Andrew. Is . Mine!. And leave him the fuck alone before I tell him that you have a crush on him". My eyes widened when she said that. How did she even know that I have a crush on Andrew. She must know the shock on my face. When she smirk and said. "Whats wrong?. Are you shocked". "How did you know?".I looked up at her and asked her in a low voice.

I hated that sister of his more, because had it not been for her, everything would have been okay and that guy wouldn't have slapped me. Weirdly, the more I regretted everything that happened, the more my crush on him kept on increasing. I didn't even know how that was possible. It had really started to get out of hand. I must stop all these. I couldn't let this crush turn into something else. I must start hating that guy. "Arhhhh!!!" I exclaimed and sighed, frustratingly. "I must hate him, I must make sure that crush fades. I must make sure the memory of him turns to ashes." I chanted.

I hurried to close the door, eager to get the image of what I had just seen out of my head, but not before looking at the guy’s face and getting another big shock. It was the cute boy from yesterday. My next-door neighbour.

Gathering her courage, she moved towards the bathroom door, the sound of running water a muffled counterpoint to her racing pulse. Taking a deep breath, she gently knocked, her knuckles rapping softly against the wood. "Grace?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the splashing water. "Can we talk?" The question hung in the air, a fragile plea for connection in the aftermath of their unspoken desires.

And why did it feel like she’d just brushed against something dangerous enough to destroy her? She unlocked her apartment with trembling fingers and stepped inside, leaning back against the door once it shut. Her chest rose and fell too fast as she tried to steady herself. This was ridiculous. He was just a neighbor. A rich, arrogant neighbor with an unsettling presence. Nothing more. Yet, even as she told herself that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had already been noticed in a way she couldn’t undo. Next door, Caeldrin Blackwood stood in silence as the door clicked shut behind him.

Before I could even think about pressing decline, he snatched the phone from my hand. CRACK. The phone smashed against the floor with a sickening crunch. I gasped, my heart lurching as I watched the screen flicker and die, shattered beyond repair. But Blaze wasn’t done. His boot came down, pressing against the ruined device, and with slow, deliberate force— He crushed it. The finality of it—the sound, the sheer dominance in the way he destroyed it so effortlessly—sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

8 a.m tomorrow The nurse hands me pills to take. Put it in my mouth and drink water. She tells me to open my mouth to see if I really took them, I do as she says and when I leave the room I take them out of my mouth, throw them on the floor and crush them with my foot, leaving them unnoticed on the floor. There was no way I was going to take that. I still wondered about the voices I heard last night, were they my hallucinations, due to the shock I received or were they really someone's voices. I hit my head with my hand, always trying to keep my wits about me.

Steve nods at me as if to say hi but just keeps walking, still talking with my friends, passing me, like I don’t matter at all. … I’m sitting on my porch swing when I hear a car pull in the driveway next door. I keep my back to the house, hoping if I do, they’ll just disappear. “Hola, Emily!” Brenda calls from next door. It’s not her fault her son is a jerk, so I figure I don’t have an excuse not to reply to her.

Not like I was reviewing the book. Dang! I feel so embarrassed right now. But, I'm not mad. I promise you. but for now, Let's move to our next book.... WINNING WALKER. Thanks for all you do. But yeah, The Boynextdoor Is over. Like my counter people would say... DONE AND DUSTED.

“Are both of you Rushing?” I shook my head. “Kam is, but I’ve got other things I need to focus on.” They weren’t like the jerks next door. They seemed all right, and I figured I could be nicer to them than I had planned. “Hey, tell me about your neighbors. What are they like?” They both rolled their eyes. “What do you want to know?” one asked. “Whatever you can tell me,” I said. “Go get him a beer. We’ll need at least one each if we’re talking about PLP.”