Crush Tracy Wolff Novels & Stories

Heavy tears come rolling down my cheeks more from the pain than from the sound of raw anguish in his voice as he continues, "Tracy was weak, Destiny. She was weak after childbirth and you took advantage of that to kill her. Be brave enough to admit it!" Those words make something in my chest break. Tracy? Weak? Isn't she the same woman that asked for a party to be thrown the minute she gave birth because she was so strong? "Tracy is a trained warrior wolf, Tristan. I wouldn't be able to defeat her in combat, not even on her worst day." The words scrape out of my hoarse throat as my body trembles from pain but it's true. He knows it's true. Tristan's voice only cracks with more emotion as he

Weeping as she held his cheeks, hoping to manipulate his convictions “Look at me, Mark. Look…I am your mother, only I know what's best for your life, this lady just wants to use you, you have been bewitched. Don't you get it?” “I'm in my right senses, Mom. Tracy is whom I choose. We are officially married. My lawyer is aware of this and we'd be leaving the city tomorrow” Tracy, Emily and Mrs Ava got hit by the Shockwave from this utterance ‘Finally…exactly what I wished for…’ Tracy said in her mind, still trying not to express the delight in her mind. Mrs Ava sat on the floor weeping profusely, she's losing her mind, Emily leaned on the door frame with tears filling her eyes

The trauma had carved a deep, permanent scar in him, so he despised any woman who wanted to fall into bed with him. Whenever any woman confessed to Flynn, his face would contort with pure disgust. "Those women who confess to me are all the same. All they want is my body and to sleep with me. I'm not going to have anything to do with women like that." Hearing how resolute he sounded, I unconsciously hid the love letter I'd spent all night writing behind my back. Yes, I liked Flynn. I'd liked him for a long time. But I knew he regarded me only as a good friend. The second I tried to take things further, he would realize I was no different from all those women who wanted him.

"The one who... who didn't sign, Grace. I injected him. I injected the double." I looked at his thigh. A dark, wet stain bloomed through his trousers where the needle had pierced him during the struggle. He had taken a partial dose of whatever sedative Eleanor’s chemist had brewed. He was fading, his grip loosening even as he tried to shield me. The middle of the ruins was a graveyard of legacies. We weren't in the basement anymore; we were in a pocket of air created by the "V" shape of two collapsed floors. Above us, the skyscraper was a hollowed-out ribcage. Below us, Marcus Wolfe was gone, swallowed by the first wave of the demolition he had triggered.

I answered coolly, “Get straight to the point. Otherwise, I’m hanging up.” My old family did not call me unless they needed something from me. I was suddenly curious as to why they wanted me back so urgently. Cain took a deep breath, and I had a hunch that it was nothing good. It was just as I expected. Cain left me speechless right away. They wanted me back so I could go to meet Samuel Stane. With the Grant family’s support, Willow Corporation made a comeback, and things started looking up for them again. Right then, Cain was trying to secure an important project. If he managed to do it, the company would rise to further heights.

Hailey: You better don’t keep me waiting, I'm almost at your house. Chloe smiled at the text and then she shook her head. Hailey sure was interested in the ice cream Zach promised. She knew she had a crush on him, and hoped that it wasn’t something serious, because she couldn't become some "you don’t have to cry anymore” kind of friend. She sighed as she typed her response. Chloe: I just got out of the shower. Shouldn't you come upstairs to come to help me out, or do you prefer I look like a spider?

Lenora A flash of wild grief ripped through me as I collapsed on my bed after drawing the heavy curtains and looking away from the untouched plate of fish and chips on the nightstand. The misery of CJ being a werewolf shocked me to the core, haunting me. The only sound was the occasional sniffle that escaped my trembling lips. My dad wasn't angry as much, instead, he had a sincere concern for me, desiring to help me get over CJ and pleading with me to get over him.

He was about to say something before he corrected himself. "Still you didn't have to take me home. I never asked you too, so stop sounding so annoyed as if I was such a burden." "That is exactly what you are! A huge mother fucking burden, always has been since you were twelve. You are so unbelievable." Mason yelled in a hushed voice so Asher wouldn't hear him. Instead of crying in front of him, I sat up straight and poked my chest out. I was so mad and hurt, I can't believe I have a crush on him. Without saying anything to him at all, I walked away. I grabbed my pills and water and walked out of the room. I quickly walked to the bathroom and started the shower. I swallowed my pills quickly,

A Crush. Adriana's POV A few months later my mom recovered from her depression but it wasn't entirely as recovery from mental illness usually takes years. My mom told me everything that happened in detail, How she told her Childhood best friend about her plight Hoping to get help and advice from her not knowing that the latter will turn out to be a traitor, The latter confessed to having been in love with my Dad for years and she also claimed that she was in a relationship with my dad before my mom Even met him and that my mom was the evil friend that snatched her Boyfriend.

TRACY'S POV: I stood at the edge of the rooftop, my gaze fixed on the glittering city lights that stretched endlessly before me. Folks City – the place I now call home. It is beautiful, powerful, and relentless. Just like me. Five years ago, I was a naive girl who believed in love, friendship, and loyalty. But life has a way of teaching cruel lessons, and I learned mine the hard way. I was Tracy Brooks, the girl who had a secret crush on her best friend's twin brother. I thought playing hard to get would make Dante notice me. And it worked. It worked too well.