Gifts For Crush Novels & Stories

I’m trying to be his friend again, I cannot be that cruel to him… But he revealed my… No, not my secret, he revealed our secret to others… Besides, it’s not like he has admitted his crush to me… He’s still denying it. Should I ask him about it? “Dare.” Hunter answered. I can’t ask him anything now! Or maybe I can… “Kiss the girl you have a crush on.” I smiled smugly, having found a way to get what I wanted. There is nothing I do better than revenge… Don’t mess with me if you don’t wanna get burnt! It’s that simple yet some people just don’t understand! “I don’t have a crush on anyone.” Hunter sighed, rolling his eyes at me.

It was a message from a number she didn't recognize. **Ethan**: So... when's our rain check? Lena's heart skipped a beat. Maybe her crush wasn't as hopeless as she'd thought.

I said, and she gasped. “Oh, no!” her mouth widened “he just left like that?” I stared at the floor bleakly and didn't say a word. “Um— maybe, he forgot,” I said forlornly as we got to the entrance of the class. We met two girls there at the class door. I noticed one of them holding a pretty bracelet “My boyfriend gave me this,” I overheard her say to her friends. It made my mood even sour. That was a definitely a valentine gift.

The lie forms automatically, slick and practiced. “Uh… yeah,” I stammer, my grip tightening on the green floral wrap. “Surprise. Just… you know. Because. You’ve been working hard.” Gwen lets out another squeal of pure delight, snatching the bouquet from my hands and immediately burying her face in the soft, fragrant peonies. “They’re beautiful! Seriously, CK, you are the sweetest human being alive. I was having the absolute worst day—my manager was being a total nightmare—and this just… thank you!”

The low, rough voice that growled my name while he drove into me. Christian Knight. The pieces slam together in my brain like a puzzle I never wanted solved. Christian Knight = C.K. C.K. = Gwen’s lifelong crush. The guy she’s talked about since we were teens. The one she still sighs over in drunk texts. The same man I let fuck me senseless last night—loud, desperate, no holds barred—thinking it was just a one-time thing. My best friend’s family friend. Sitting three feet away. While she beams at him like he’s the answer to every prayer.

As soon as I walked into the building, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist, making me stumble a bit. I looked up and met a pair of domineering eyes. “Felix…” I was momentarily lost for words. “What are you doing here?” Felix Smith was my crush and also my roommate in the boys’ dormitory. Yesterday, I had messaged him, asking if he wanted to come and take graduation photos together, but he had not replied. Felix came from a prominent family and was exceptionally accomplished himself. When we were still naive freshmen, he had already started his own business.

I'd already faced this humiliation once in the last twenty-four hours-I didn't need to relive it with the girl I paid to make my hands look like works of art. I sighed with relief an hour later when my nails had been restored and followed Crystal to the register. I paid for the manicure and also grabbed the six bottles of nail polish I'd come in for. I stopped by Walmart going home and picked up six little gift boxes and cards. One way or another, I'd show Collier he knew me better than anyone else, and hopefully, in the end, I'd win him over. As much as I hated to include Beck in my plot, I didn't have much choice. I needed to ensure he got the package each day, and if I sent them any other

Evelyn said happily admiring her best friend Britney "Thank you love" Britney replied as she looks into the mirror Lee walked in and brought roses "Congratulations Britney" He said "Thank you my first crush, glad you could make it." Britney said "I wouldn't miss it." Lee said and left Mrs Anders her former boss, came in holding a huge gift box and handed it to her "Wow!! Ma'am you shouldn't have bothered with gifts" Britney said "Why wouldn't I? Anyways, I brought you all kinds of coffees so you can make them at home and think of us back at the establishment." Mrs Anders said

He went back to the phone. He muttered while he scrolled. “Compliments. Flowers. Perfume. Poems. Sing to her. Learn guitar. Be mysterious. Be honest. Call often. Give space. Surprise her. Ask permission. Do not pry. Be available. Do not smother.” His fingers pressed his temples. “Pick one.” I moved closer. The paper in front of him had columns. Gifts. Words. Actions. Each line fought the next. “How about start with sorry,” I said. “And mean it.”

I asked timidly. Kola glanced at me before walking off. I sighed and dropped my head. So much for my social skills. "Are you coming or not?" Someone asked as I raised my head and saw Kola giving me a puzzled look. "Sure" I replied sprinting after him. The moment I was standing next to him. I could smell his perfume. He certainly used BLACK. Don't blame me, Sarah bought a lot of gifts for her friends which mostly were guys. She liked this particular one and bought it her best friend twice.