Crush Stories Novels & Stories

The bed slammed once, twice, and then a heavy silence fell over the house. Lena came right then. She shuddered, her body writhing against her own hand as a wave of heat crashed over her. She buried her face in the pillow to stifle her cries, her eyes wet and her heart racing at a terrifying speed. When the pulsing finally slowed, the silence that followed felt louder than any music.

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.

***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?"

I should’ve seen it coming, but even I didn’t think she was this stupid. Janie flew up from the chair in a rage and went after Elena, talons bared and teeth gnashing like something out of the wild. And before I or either Jared or Travis could reach them, Elena swung and knocked her down with a punch to the face. The screeching was almost unbearable in the empty room as it bounced off the walls like an echo.

I wore a 3-inch heels, and waited patiently on the bed. To think he was my first, under a painful circumstance…. Damian had apologized, and begged for my forgiveness before Zara even confessed to spiking my drink that fateful night at the party. She'd wanted someone to molest and take photos of me when a drunk Damian came in, ruining everything... Our love story may have started off wrong, but it's one of the best the universe has ever written. I heard the sounds of the gate opening, and cars driving in. I licked my lips sultrily.

And didn't let go. *****THE END*****

she’d said, "they mean I can forgive you sixty-six times. But if they ever run out, I'm leaving." I had kissed her. I had promised her. "They'll never run out," I'd sworn. "I will never give you a reason to use them." But this past year, I had dismissed her pain, again and again. "It's just a crystal. Crush it." "There are plenty more where that came from." "Feeling hurt? Crush another one. It's what they're for." I thought they were infinite. I thought she was infinite. But now, sixty-six chances had turned to dust. And I hadn’t even noticed they were dwindling.

I closed my eyes as one of the boys climbs me, hooking my thigh on his arm. More kisses rains on my body. My shoulders receives bites, while my body was being suspended up just so my back leans on another guy who laid on the couch...naked! My body couldn't move except scream. I felt his cock pressed against my panties again as the one on me almost tore off my underwear but then I couldn't feel his touch again. The next sound my ears picks were grunts, punches and the loud bang of something falling. "How the fuck did you get in!" Someone yells but it was replaced by his grunt and a loud crash.

He finished the sentence and I nodded. “I know of a girl. She met her crush years back at a club and fell in love with him instantly. She secretly followed him that night and saw him making out wildly with another girl. She ran away but, unknown to her, the man saw her. He saw the intense craving in her eyes. That girl is sitting in front of him now, and he can still see the craving. It’s still there and even more now.” I watched with shock as the words flowed seamlessly out of his mouth. When he said the last part, I almost choked on my own tongue.