Crush Smut Novels & Stories

My mouth opened in a scream, but no sound came out. It was the silent kind of scream. The kind that burns your lungs and tears at your chest. I grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it across the room. Then another. A book. My bag. Anything my hands touched went flying. “After everything I did…” I whispered harshly. After reporting them. After risking everything. After trying so hard to destroy what they had. And what did it change? Nothing. They were closer than before. Odell was smiling like someone in love.

“Stop pretending. You’re not throwing anything up.” His hurtful words were like knives that stabbed into my heart. My chest hurt, but I laughed. I had almost believed that this man loved me. Before we got married, Charles got a replacement for me. His relationship with Susan was a toxic one. They kept getting together and breaking up, until, in the end, they broke up for real after I came back three years later. I knew of it, but I chose to take a risk and pretended not to know as I married Charles.

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.

Because we had grown up together and were way too used to each other, he treated me with an overfamiliar intimacy that had absolutely no boundaries. We could share the same hoodie and drink from the same cup of bubble tea. He finished my leftovers, too. He would even help me wash my underwear. These were things only couples in a serious relationship would normally do, but I knew he only saw me as his female best friend. It wasn't that he was incapable in that department, or that he swung the other way. It was just that, when he was little, he'd caught his mother in bed with another man. The trauma had carved a deep, permanent scar in him, so he despised any woman who wanted to fall into bed

“So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.” Her arrogance made the word “crush” sound like a cruel joke. I gave a bitter smile and walked away without a word. That night, Blake came to the house. She already knew what had happened and was trying to get to the truth. “Unfortunately, the cameras at Fiona’s house were all broken. And since you weren’t with Nigel all the time, we can’t prove anything. Now it’s just Fiona’s word against yours.” She had even worse news to add. “Nigel’s been suspicious of you for a while. A month ago, he hired people to look into where you’ve b

Putting makeup and whipcream on him. Then I took two pans and slammed it together making everyone wake up. Some of them cursed. Wait till they see what I did to them. In 3...2...1 and... "Simone!". "Aaahhh!". "You bitch what did you do!". "Princess!!". "What the fuck!". They all said at the same time looking at each other. Making me laugh. They turned to me some looking angry and some narrowing their eyes at me. I laughed even harder. "This is not funny Simone King". Amy said narrowing her eyes at me.

Mia If I were asked why I'm here, my reply is to fulfill a promise, so welcome to my diary. I am Mia, a nerd and that quiet girl who doesn't even exist or get noticed. However, I have a friend, Nicole who has a crush that doesn't know she even exist either and currently she's going for a heart surgery but have refused. Why? That's because she wants this crush to be hers at all cost. I had to make a promise that I watch over him for her, stalk him, learn everything about him while she gets her surgery done in America.

Comes slicks up my fingers as I climax through my panties. “Good girl,” Cliff coos. “Just like that. I’m almost there.”