Crushes Advice Novels & Stories

After my wife, April Carter, gives birth to my child, I'm forced to quit my job and become a full-time stay-at-home dad. Before long, I spiral into severe depression. Countless times, I press a knife to my wrist, only for her to desperately throw her arms around me as I break down in hysterics. "Don't do this! Think about the baby and me! We're right here with you!" My brother, Lucas Getz, and my best buddy, Thomas Balfour, each grab a knife and press it against their own wrists. "If you want to die, we'll die with you," they declare. "Are two lives enough for you?" After that day, I fully commit to my treatment, determined not to let anyone else get hurt because of me. But just when I

Typical Jamaal, I decided to ask him the one question that has been lingering on my mind. Me: Who do you like, is it me or your crush? Two minutes passed, three minutes also passed. I tapped my fingers on my laptop as I waited for his reply. Mystery man: To be honest with you, I'm in a dilemma concerning this. You are my crush to and I like you both. Me: Ouu.... I like you too, I think I'm attached to you. I groaned after I clicked on sent, won't that make me sound cheap.

Now, just because he had a crush on a new employee like Eve, he had to take the brunt of it, getting scolded by his boss! "Answer! Do you want to die? Or get fired, huh?" Gery scolded again. Now his hands were pounding the table hard, not caring that his palms were hot. Shit! "I am sorry, Sir. I am just--" "You're just being treacherous, eh?" interrupted Gery. The look of anger couldn't leave the CEO's handsome face. Dave looked down again. He was sure that no matter his excuses, he wouldn't survive this time. Mr. Gery must be furious and would punish him severely. Oh my God!

I heard more noise coming from the other end, and this time it sounded like an endless stream of talking and explaining. “Fuck!” I flinched when I heard his loud curse followed by a crash. My eyes widened when I saw his phone crushed on the floor. “Sir?” he looked at me dead in the eyes. I was pretty sure I wasn’t breathing. Is it my fault? “He cancelled the meeting.” He said, walking past me and entered his office. I followed him and watched his every move. He opened another door from the corner of his office and entered inside and when he stepped out, he’s holding a glass and a bottle of liquor.

Odell’s POV That morning, when I woke up, the first thing that came back to me her voice. I love you. I lay there staring at the ceiling. Nicole was drunk. It was her first time drinking. Of course, it hit her hard. She said crazy things. People always say crazy things when they’re drunk. There was no way she meant it. Especially knowing her, she was quiet, reserved, and always buried in books. Even if she had felt something at some point, she wouldn’t still feel it now. People outgrow stupid childhood crushes. It had to be the alcohol.

Not that she needs to do that, her one look of approval is enough for him to get the message across. They spend another few minutes in absolute silence. She offers him one of her airpods as she listens to some music. “I'm not into either metal or breakup songs.” She rolls her eyes at his pathetic attempt at making a joke. At the end, he is the one who lets out an awkward laugh and not her. “You are a diva. It's annoying.” Now it's time to roll his eyes. She isn't done insulting him, she goes on to say, “I don't know why I had a crush on you in the first place.”

"So, when can I go?" "How about later in the afternoon. You make your arrangements; the fewer people who know, the better. You have my card; if you need me at any time, don't hesitate to call." "I will, doc, and thank you." "You know, I hate that we met under these circumstances, but I can't deny the pleasure of having met you. You're going to be fine, kid. Just do those exercises you learned here and try not to be so hard on yourself. You're young, you're successful, and more importantly, you've got a good heart. Try not to bruise it too much."

I move the mic piece closer to my mouth so that my lips are almost buzzing against it when I speak. “Tips speak louder than words,” I remind my suitors in a low, smoky voice. Ding, ding, ding! Notifications pour into my ears as more members join the chat and start sending small but heart-skipping tips. Five dollars here, ten dollars there. Most of their money comes with a request, but some of it is just like confetti raining down. “Oh, you want to see a little more skin?” I tease. The screen is filled with messages like:

I sobbed, tears wetting my cheeks. I really don't understand how the world works. Just when I thought I was reaching the peak of my success, I had to swallow disappointment again. Laird and I seem to have a relationship that keeps spinning in the same direction. When will we finally break free from this vicious circle? Am I going to lose Laird again? "You know, maybe you shouldn't chase after him right now. From your story about prom night, it seems Laird is just like most men in this world. We easily say things we don't really mean when we're angry," Jessy advised me.

" Chelsea asked with concern and Melanie chuckled dryly. "You never know.." Chelsea added but Melanie shook her head in disagreement. "If you were there when he spoke so rudely to me just before he kissed me, it's much mistake to fall for him, it's a very big mistake. I'm sure that he just wants me to lose the challenge" She said and tears poured from her eyes. "But who told you this?" Chelsea asked. "I know it. My instincts are never wrong, that I'm sure of" She said and wiped her tears.