Cute Crushing Quotes Novels & Stories

With that, he gave me a cold look, then turned and walked back into Fiona’s hospital room without looking back. My heart froze as his cold back disappeared. I heard him gently comfort Fiona. I could not believe Nigel thought I was a bad person, even though he had no proof at all. I rubbed my sore eyes and was about to leave when Jora came out. She leaned close to me with a smug smile. “So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.”

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

Charles’s bloodshot eyes were misty. “Lulu, you have no right to ask for a divorce.” His quivering voice was laced with sadness, as if I was the one in the wrong. I pushed him away and sat up as I asked coolly, “Did you change your cologne?”

I saw that Flynn had sent me a ton of messages. Flynn: "We trained all day today, and I just got my phone back. You're not mad I didn't text earlier, right?" Flynn: "I did really well in training. I'm totally gonna win the championship at the next competition." Flynn: "Look, I found this kitten by the side of the road. Isn't it cute? It's just like you." Flynn: "Didn't you say you've always wanted a cat? When I'm back after training is over, we'll go to the pet store and pick one you like."

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.

“Aaaargh! You little fucker…” Mr. Ceb screamed in pain as blood gushed from his mouth. He almost lost his mind. He had never been insulted like this before. “Two slaps and that’s it? We are just getting started.” Kaze curled his lips into a frosty smile and stepped on Mr. Ceb’s wrist. Crack! A loud and freaky crack of the bone resounded. With just one step, the bones in Mr. Ceb’s wrist were crushed.

“How does it feel knowing you lost to someone who fell flat on his ass halfway through the second round?” “That was karma trying to stop you,” Cameron deadpanned. “Bold of you to assume karma’s on your side.” “Karma has taste.” “I have talent.” “You have audacity.” “And yet,” I echoed, squeezing his hand, “here you are.” He groaned. “If you quote me one more time, I’m pushing you out of the car.” I grinned. “You love my quotes.” “No, I tolerate them.” “You tolerate me.” “Barely.”

emoji. The messages arrived at random times throughout the day. A photo of his coffee cup with the caption "Fuel for another thrilling day of capitalism." A link to an article about workplace productivity with the comment "Thought you might find this amusing." Simple things that somehow made even the longest days feel a little less lonely.

I mumble in my brain. "Oh, Great, you are already prepared. I don't have to waste my money on you ".I sighed (Was that supposed to be insulting, it sounds like a kitty cry to me, but her eyes told a different story. She was burning up, burning up because of my baby. Hahaha, I had a booming laugh in my head with my Jonas brother's song reference. Oh, I love them a lot. Especially Nick ... Ahhh, good. Isn't he so cute... I mean, the guy is my first crush for that reason.

Juicy just held it all in until she felt like her heart would explode out of her chest in rage. She could have learned from Felix, who never let anyone get the last word, even if the end result was that he would still get beat up. He would always say, 'They just jealous of you, Juicy. That's why they talk about you. You look good and they wish they could look this hot. Vogue, girl!' And then they would prance around like models in a Madonna video; laughing all the while.