Crush Stories Novels & Stories

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.

"Not vodka. Anything but vodka." He laughed. "Two beers please!" He said, raising a hand to get the attention of the barkeep. "That's a better start than my last encounter already." "You mean that guy?" He pointed over the bar, where my former 'suitor' was already at work with another girl. Luckily, it seemed she wasn't having much of him either. "That guy's a prick. He's the whole reason I don't come to this place." I glanced at my new crush. "Yeah, I haven't seen you around before."

How I'm going to mark her beautiful skin, make her beg, make her come apart in my hands. It's going to be a very good day. Behind us, the Greek islands fade into the distance, and ahead lies nothing but open water and endless possibility. Our story started in darkness—in a club where fantasies came to life and power was currency. It evolved through danger, blood, and betrayals. Through learning to trust when trust seemed impossible. Through surrendering control and accepting it in equal measure. And now, here we are. Not at the end, but at a new beginning. Together. Always together. **THE END**

***Bryan*** I stormed into the packhouse, my anger simmering just below the surface. I had just received news that Ingrid had been heard slandering Scarlett. The thought of it made my blood boil. I was told that Ingrid called Scarlett a cunning bitch and a daughter of a murderer. Ingrid also said she knew that Scarlett had something to do with the way I had been behaving strangely. Ingrid looked up from her seat, her eyes flashing with defiance. "What's wrong, Bryan? Why are you shouting?"

Kola replied with a grin. Before long news had spread through FUTA. The Ice Prince of FUTA was officially taken. Pictures and videos leaked out seriously. If Paul and Atinuke's video was a big hit, then Kola and Anjola's pictures were a big massacre to the social network of FUTA. Everyone was astounded. Kola's case was different, the girl he fell in love with in his league and damn she was hell ass beautiful. The female population could not take it. Different comments were being made.

I sighed and rolled my eyes as amara smacked his arm before scolding him. "Was she talking to you in the first place? And what's the 'girls and their problems' supposed to mean? It's not our business and problem that your crush doesn't like you back." Amara ended with sarcastic air quotes as she look him up and down from beneath her eye lashes before brushing him off like an annoying fly. She rambled on and on as I zoned out again day dreaming about Silas, like I always doing, consciously and unconsciously.

No one knows about Crish's bad habits outside of campus because he is very good at camouflage. Usually Crish would go to a night club out of town so no one could recognize him, not forgetting that he also always wore clothes that were different from his style on campus. So far no one knows about it. Crish is the only child of a wealthy businessman, he is used to being spoiled by his parents so he is not afraid to do anything. In addition, the pressure from various parties to always be the best has made him take out his tiredness on negative things. Maybe until Crish graduated from the campus, Camellia was the only person who knew about all the bad habits that Crish often did. But that all ha

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.