Crushed Novels & Stories

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.

The elevator dings again and I am pulled out of my train of thoughts as I see a very angry mob boss on the other side of these doors. I am completely fucked.

I whispered to myself, letting out small puffs of flustered breaths slowly. I'm so fucked, we are literally neighbours. We are fucking neighbours now!

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.

He hit me hard; harder and I couldn’t even cry. Just then, Alex, who had been stroking himself near my face, finally spilled it all over me and collapsed on the bed, weak and satisfied. Chris, on the other hand, was still fucking me. His strength seemed unnatural. He must have taken something to stay hard this long. He’d been going for over thirty minutes, yet unshaken.

With a sudden, violent movement, his fingers clenched into a fist. Crack. The sound echoed in my chest. He didn’t just break the card—he crushed it with so much force that his own skin split open. Blood dripped from his palm, bright red drops staining the cold pavement beneath him.

************ Drystan was speeding down the narrow road with his pulse thumping hard against his ear when he suddenly heard the crash of a pebble against his car. His jaws tightened as he stared at the damaging effect that the pebbles had caused on the left side glass of his car. His leg pressed hard on break and his car came to a rough halt. His grip tightened against the wheel and his knuckles almost turned white as anger slitted through him. Today is not so a good day for him, so the mother fucker was wrong to think that he would not die a ruthless death today.

* *crush* Without hesitation, Krittin swiftly retaliated, delivering a palm strike that sent one of the wardens crashing into the cave ceiling. The other warden managed to evade the attack and retreated to the cannon platform mounted below the central ceiling of the cave. The AB Cannon on the platform towered above, resembling a pillar-like cannon in Idorund's hands, but this version was colossal, comparable in size to a ten-wheeler truck. The bright streaks along its edges emanated from the glow of the giant Aiolia ore. It was a weapon that Airburst took immense pride in, capable of decimating an entire landscape with a single shot. And now, it was aimed directly at Krittin.

“Have you heard? Mr. Crusty was beaten in the slums. His hand was crippled, and he can no longer use his chimera right arm anymore!” “Wow, which hot shot is so bold to mess with Toro’s guys?”

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