Crush Sign Novels & Stories

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.

He didn't what happened to him but his heart just suddenly started pounding heavily. However, it didn't take long when he saw a crimson liquid dropping out from their entangled hands unto the floor. Just then he felt a struck of pain inside his fist. As he paid more attention to it, the pain gets more intense. He suddenly felt the something hard and sharp burying on his palm. He gasped from the intensifying pain that his fist trembled inside Méah's hands. It was too late for him to realize that he had crushed a broken piece of the bowl into his fist out of anger awhile ago.

He twirls me and instantly has me in a headlock. “Motherfuck,” I shout, though he’s quickly cutting off my air supply and yelling only makes it worse. A sharp pain shoots up my back and I’m not at all surprised when I see Crush storm through the trees. He feels my pain, he knows something is wrong. But once he sees I’m fighting Brant, he’ll probably root against me. He’ll only help if I’m near death probably. But knowing he’s watching, he definitely motivates me. Of course twins are insanely competitive and he’s never even tried to fight Brant.