Crush Stories Novels & Stories

“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

“I find it funny that the two of you talk so tough when you are in no position to do so. If I do not get word to the man on the other side of that screen by the designated time, he will begin removing pieces of your friend. He’ll start by taking his toes, one by one, before moving his way upward.” “I don’t know anything about a book,” Cutter said defiantly. “And I say you’re lying. You have twenty-four hours to bring it to me or Warthog is dead, and you can look forward to finding pieces of him in your mailbox throughout the year.” “It’s the gift that keeps on giving,” Crush said, smirking. I went to hand him back the tablet but dropped it on the ground just before it reached his oversized h

The gun Alan was holding fell to the floor. Alan was not to be outdone. He punched Laird in the stomach. They struggled against the side of the car. Laird slammed Alan against the car until the car shook. Again and again, they slammed each other's bodies into the side of the car. I could only scream in alarm when I saw Laird hitting Alan. But things turned around again. Alan lunged Laird into the wall. He slammed Laird's body into the wall with all his weight. Laird groaned as his stomach was crushed.

"Sandra, you lost your virginity? That's...that's a huge deal. Who was it?" A thrill ran through me as I spoke his name. "Victor. It was Victor, my crush. We had this intense connection, and everything just...fell into place. It was magical." Sasha's eyes sparkled with intrigue, her voice filled with wonder. "Oh my, Sandra! That's incredible! How did it happen? Tell us everything." As I narrated the story, reliving the moments of passion and desire, my wolf stirred within me, mirroring my excitement.

"Here's the money, don't come again or I'll really kill you." Cheryl handed over the money the young man asked for. Feeling victorious, Clark quickly handed over the photo he got while on a mission to bring close to Eve. "Damn! You amateur, I hope you don't survive! Your body was crushed by a truck!" cursed Cheryl as the young man drove away in his car while kissing the money she handed over. ** Vinestra Company, during business hours, always had a pulse of its residents. All the employees were busy in front of their laptops. Gery is no exception; since Eve left, he has been doing all the work alone.

She looks like she's broken up with her boyfriend. Everyone who was not far from us immediately turned and looked at us with wrinkled brows. Oh, damn it! "I really have to be patient with you," I said, patting her back lightly. "Why is your love story so sad? It would be better if this was just a movie; we could bribe the director to get you two together!" Violet exclaimed amid her sobs. This girl is really ridiculous. "The director of my love story is God! Help me bribe God!" I said origin.

Why didn't you tell me???!" Melanie yelled as she ran her hand into her hair. "As if I had any idea that you would being your boss here?' Chelsea said and rolled her eyes. "Gosh! Chelsea, did you think he knows about that superstition? I have nothing to worry about, it could just be a superstition!" Melanie said to Chelsea as she ran her hands into her hair. "Superstition? Did you just say superstition? Well it might me because my aunt did the Sam's to her husband and ended up married to him..." Chelsea said with a sly smile on her lips.

Let's just leave the world as prettily as we can, alright? She then held my hand up—the hand that was covered with cracks, blisters, and black chilblains from years of collecting garbage, washing dishes, and other miscellaneous odd jobs. My joints and knuckles were large and deformed, and my whole hand felt dry and rough like dead tree bark. Mom sobbed as she slathered a thick layer of the face cream onto my hideous wounds, rubbing frantically and trying to let the oils seep into my skin to smooth out the cracks.

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.

“The only one truly hurt in this mess is Ms. Lawson. Her mother was killed, she was forced into a fake marriage, and then cheated on by these two scumbags! If I were her, I’d destroy them both!” Jameson Corp kept receiving legal notices. Stella was too afraid to even leave her house. Without funding from Xenos Corp, Jameson Corp’s overseas branches went downhill fast and were on the verge of bankruptcy. She called Samuel countless times, but he rejected every call. Eventually, she broke down and went straight to his house to block him at the doorway. “Samuel, didn’t you say you loved me most? Zara’s gone now. I’m willing to marry you. Please don’t ignore me.”