Crush Novels & Stories

, she heard a male voice coming from in back of her. "What?", She asked as she turned around and saw the male she had seen at the meeting. He was taller than her by at least a foot. She looked him over. "You leave your chin out to far when you strike. If you tuck it a bit more, you will find the follow through will be more forceful.", he stated again. "Watch." He said as he moved closer and struck the bag with his left fist it barely moved but when he did it again also with his head in tighter to his chest, the bag went spinning.

("Bēngshān quán!!!" (Mountain Crushing Fist!!!) …he lunges his fists right at the centre of the black wall. BOOM!!! It was more powerful than August’s slash. I bet it’s even powerful enough to take down an entire two-storey house if it hits right. As the dusts settled, I find Blaze pushed away from the wall by his own recoil. C-CRACK! “…!” The pillars… cracked…!?

They were scarless- I didn't have any cuts on them because I never had the guts to cut myself but I had the guts to do much worse. I'm looking at the white powder I have crushed on the corner of the sink and I know I shouldn't but I lean in and snort in a whole line before I start crushing the rest of the it, eager to have it in my system as my hands shake in anxiety and I hurry up before anyone sees me. After I'd snorted all of it I laid on the floor, letting the drug take over me and make me happy. I loved it. I loved coke. It's nothing bad, it's nothing bad really, it's just...it's just medicine.

Thе сrunсh is dеерlу satisfying. Cоореr ѕtumblеѕ backwards аt the impact оn hіѕ jаw. He doesn’t fаll, though. Cаrrіе dаrtѕ оut оf thе wау, thankfully. Thіѕ is between Cоореr аnd mе. I’m not backing down fоr аnуbоdу.

After graduating from college, my daughter Zoe Dunne turned into a complete deadbeat. She was twenty-three, unemployed, and spent most of her days sleeping at home. She barely bothered to brush her hair or wash her face. Even getting out of bed for a meal seemed like too much effort. I worried constantly about how she was ever going to survive on her own. Then, one day, Michelle Tyler showed up at our door. She was my husband George Dunne’s longtime coworker. Also, as it turned out, she was the woman he had been sleeping with for decades. She had a son with her who was a year older than Zoe. Before I could say a word, George jabbed a finger in my face and started yelling, “All these ye

I pictured a stranger putting his hands on her skin, and the mental image pushed my rational mind away. The sheer force of my fury caused my grip on the water glass to tighten to an unnatural degree. My knuckles turned pure white under the harsh fluorescent lights of the boardroom. My muscles locked up, and the raw power of my alpha blood flooded my right arm. I did not throw the glass across the room, nor did I slam it down on the table to make a point. I simply crushed it. The thick crystal shattered into dozens of sharp pieces right inside my palm.

Kieran sat beside me and started reminiscing on his own. "In high school, you were everyone's dream girl. So many guys had crushes on you, but Flynn was like a flyswatter—anyone who got close to you, he smacked them away. "He blocked every single guy who tried to give you love letters or ask you out for meals. If you were to tell me that he didn't have feelings for you, I wouldn't believe it for a second."

My future mate, Alpha Ethan Steele, wants to exact justice for my adoptive sister, Alicia Mason. So, despite my two-month pregnancy, he has locked me away in a mountain cave to reflect on my actions. Some time later, the cave wall suddenly collapses, and debris crashes down upon me. I curl up in a crevice for safety. Feeling intermittent cramps in my lower abdomen, I tremble as I dial the pack communicator to call for help. "Help! The walls just caved in! I'm going to be crushed!" The pack members' cold voices ring out from the other end of the communicator. "The Alpha already told us beforehand that you'd lie about suffering just to escape punishment. He w

"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.