Crush-to-love Novels & Stories

Aurora POV: I packed my gear and headed home. On my way home, it was still running a course in my mind, I hoped I wasn't hard on him. Well, it is very awkward, being crushed on by someone you have thought about in that light, there was no manual to letting them down slowly without hurting their feelings, but doing so only makes their fingers lingers on, which makes it harder on them and more akward for you. The only way to help them get over it is to reject them ruthlessly, it's like stepping on a worm firmly so it doesn't squirm. That's what I will do crush his heart so the feelings die painlessly.

“Nigel has changed. He’s trying to be the man you loved. He works hard now and isn’t trying to find someone else. “He said you’re the only one for him. No one else can replace you.” Watching the new Nigel in the video, I felt calm inside. All the love and hate should be left behind. The past was over. We both needed to move on and live well.

I hated that sister of his more, because had it not been for her, everything would have been okay and that guy wouldn't have slapped me. Weirdly, the more I regretted everything that happened, the more my crush on him kept on increasing. I didn't even know how that was possible. It had really started to get out of hand. I must stop all these. I couldn't let this crush turn into something else. I must start hating that guy. "Arhhhh!!!" I exclaimed and sighed, frustratingly. "I must hate him, I must make sure that crush fades. I must make sure the memory of him turns to ashes." I chanted.

After all, it started out as a small flap, then a thud, till it became a thump, then a roar till it got to the extent where I couldn't ignore it no more like I was doing before. It was love, budding like a little flower. Fragile at first, it grew and got stronger till it could finally withstand the harsh breeze without uprooting and falling off. It sure is more than surreal this time, it's deeper and amazing than that. This time, it's euphoria. Like a drug I got addicted to. He's Silas, my drug.

"It's a crush, I have a slight crush on her." "A crush?" He asked and I nodded, "Give me that!" He dragged the plate away from me with a look of disdain on his face and slid it aside, "You do not deserve it!" "Is it because I said a cr-" "Mention the word crush and I will throw you out of my house." I went mute, "Can I have the sandwich?" "No." I watched in silence as he ate both sandwiches and cleared the plates. What was the point of starving me when I said I had a crush on Amara? It's not love, love is stupid and inappropriate.

Venus said as she wiped the tears in her eyes. "But my situation's different. This is not just a mere crush," she said. "Yeah. Maybe that's what you call the ultimate crush," Venus added. Natasha didn't respond. She wanted to tell Venus that what she feels for Clyde is love and not just a mere crush. Why is no one believing her every time she says she's in love with Clyde? Shirley and her grandma laugh at her as well every time she brings up this matter. Anyways, what's important is that she knows and she's sure of what she's feeling.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

That was an unforgivable act, a violation, a drugging. The surge of emotions was too much. It was like a tidal wave crashing over me, each memory a new, crushing blow. My knees gave out. I crumpled to the ground in the bright, empty space, clutching my chest. It felt like my heart wasn't just crushed; it was being ground into dust. All those years, all that love, all that pain. Seeing Damien live his life with such carefree abandon, finding pleasure with so many different women, reveling in that ecstasy, only to look at me with such pure disgust the one time we were together in an intimate way. It was a wound that cut deeper than any bruise or impalement.

The boutique's washroom was open to all genders, so anyone could enter the washroom at any time. Kevin and I could hear Violet proclaiming loudly in a haughty tone, "I just wanted Daniel to kill Michelle off in order to appease him. Who would've thought that Michelle was that pathetic? Kevin never loved her at all! He still loves me the most at the end of the day! That's why Daniel had to kidnap me once again. "I feel that I've wasted my breath in describing how much Kevin loved Michelle to Daniel back then. What a shame." Upon hearing Violet's explanation, Kevin turned on his heel and returned to the wedding boutique.

Killian dodges her attack when she goes for a second round. “I don't know why your dumb brain thinks there is a phase in the middle of like and love. Don't be delusional, little brother.” Andrea tries to explain to her brother who just shrugs it off. “You don't get it.” Killian begins, “ Love is something I'm incapable of feeling. Love is out of the question.” Killian explains.