Crush Story Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

"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."

He just let out a low grunt. Chase snorted out loud. “At the end of the story, the devil showed that crush boy what being a man is. He tortured him. He told him a very short story. The boy might have wanted to hear more of the story but the devil couldn't tell him again. His story had ended and there was nothing to offer. After that, his parents were brought into the room,” At the same time, the door clicked open and two guards walked in dragging a couple.

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.