Crush Stories Novels & Stories

“My wolf and my body will only ever crave you. I will never hurt you.” Then he kissed me, wild and possessive. For three whole years, he locked that pouch in his safe like it was a holy relic, terrified I’d crush a crystal in a moment of anger. Until Chloe came back. In a single year, I had been forced to crush sixty-three of them. This would be the sixty-fourth. I twisted the cap off a bottle of whiskey and threw my head back, swallowing the burning liquid. It felt like lava scorching its way down my throat. The silver poison and alcohol mixed, and a wave of agony crashed over me.

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.

The debt crushed Logan, and to spare me the burden, he climbed to the top of the office building and jumped. Amber, meanwhile, milked her "whistleblower" act to become an influencer. She raked in millions, buying a mansion and a luxury car within months. God gave me a second chance. I'd been kind, and she'd ruined us. This time, I'd let her chase her "dream job" and face the consequences. Swallowing my fury, I forced a neutral tone. "Sounds like a lot to process. I'm off to the library to hit the books."