Crush Sign Novels & Stories

Samuel froze. His entire body tensed, and he nearly dropped his phone. Jasmine rushed to steady him. "What’s wrong, Sam? Are you okay?" But Samuel did not even look at her. His grip tightened around the phone as he demanded, "Are you sure?" "You know I was part of her extraction once, Chief." The voice on the other end sighed. "During that mission, she took a bullet to the jaw while protecting me. It left a distinct scar on her lower jawbone. The skull we pulled up is completely skeletal, and there’s a small indentation in the same spot. Any officer could tell at a glance it’s the kind of damage only a bullet could leave."

"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.

He said in a rough breath as he kept hitting me with his kicks. “Father, please,” I plea, crying in anguish. “You wanted to kill me, didn't you?” He snarled. Oh, Lord! Save me. And with all the strength within me, I struggled to grab a glass picture of mine on the side cabinet and without thinking, I smashed it on his head. “Argh!” He groaned in pain, slumping to the floor while holding his head. Blood oozes out from his head and I became frightened. Oh good lord,

he asked, trying to sit up. I was surprised he was asking for me while he away in pain. My eyes were still wide in shock. I couldn’t move or speak. “She’s over there.” Max nudged in my direction. “I think you need to shift so your cracked bone can heal.” Bryan pushed him out of the way. He tried to struggle back on his feet. “Hey. What are you doing?” Max yelled, surprised at Bryan’s action.

, 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.

After my wife, April Carter, gives birth to my child, I'm forced to quit my job and become a full-time stay-at-home dad. Before long, I spiral into severe depression. Countless times, I press a knife to my wrist, only for her to desperately throw her arms around me as I break down in hysterics. "Don't do this! Think about the baby and me! We're right here with you!" My brother, Lucas Getz, and my best buddy, Thomas Balfour, each grab a knife and press it against their own wrists. "If you want to die, we'll die with you," they declare. "Are two lives enough for you?" After that day, I fully commit to my treatment, determined not to let anyone else get hurt because of me. But just when I

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 wants you to properly reflect on

, he said bringing his knuckle forward "For Seattle high!" they all responded at once as they connected their hands with the coach's own. * * *

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.

He landed a punch squarely on the sole of the attacker’s incoming foot. Crack! “Ahhh!!!” The sound of bones breaking echoed through the room, followed by a scream of agony. The attacker was sent sprawling to the floor, and his foot twisted at an unnatural angle. One of his legs was completely crushed. “What?!” The outsiders were stunned.