Gifts For Crush Novels & Stories

“Brittney, I was wondering if you’d join me for a drink. There’s a place nearby.” The words felt surreal, as though I’d stepped into Someone else’s life. I couldn’t believe my boss, my high school crush, was asking me out. For a while, I just stood there, staring at him, my pulse racing in confusion. But as tempting as the idea was, I couldn’t accept. “I appreciate the offer,” I muttered, trying to steady my voice. “But I really can’t.” His brows furrowed slightly, but his face remained composed. “Can’t, or won’t?”

My eyes had gone dim and my mind, head, and body were raging with different emotions and reactions. "I want you..." He let out and I gasped. My eyes widened in shock and I thought I was hearing things. "I.. I..." I tried to say something but I was still in disbelief. "I think you are mistaken." He said, finally. I couldn't believe someone as elegant as Damien would want someone like me. My crush on him was a secret that I didn't dare to let out! What would people say if they found out?

And what gift can I get him that would be of so much worth to him. "It is the heart that matters when it comes to giving." I mumbled and began walking off. I passed by the mansion and stared at it for a moment before simply walking past it and walking away from it farther. I finally got a gift shop and walked through the entire length of the gift shop looking for the most appropriate item, I already gave him a wristwatch and he had his locket too, I looked around, I did not want to gift him something so official, I wanted to give him something that would make him melt and forgive my harsh words and I finally picked chocolates that was laid out in a heart shaped box. It looked pretty, romanti

"After all, only someone as beautiful, kind-hearted, and tasteful as Ms. Steward can appreciate the charm of our products. Cheapskates trying to pass themselves off as wealthy don't deserve to enter our store!" Queenie nodded in satisfaction. Cedric watched me get dragged away with a fleeting look of guilt in his eyes. He then walked over to Queenie and showered her with concern. They threw me out at the jewelry store entrance. The moment the door slammed shut, I closed the door on my relationship with Cedric, too. I struggled to get up. My wrists were bruised, my body was covered in scrapes, and blood was seeping from my cheek.

Amara smirked pointing at the bag. I literally rolled my eyes at her. " I don't even know who's this person!!! one second, can it be Emir Blackiston?? no obviously not!!! then Azeil... omg Azeil sent me this!! " I jumped in happiness. Amara gave me a strange look not understanding my reaction. " Am !!! I told you about my crush over Azeil!!! may be he sent me this gift!! " I clapped my hands. She gave me a genuine smile.

I said in between my teeth and giving him a playful bow which made him grin at me. "Wow, you look fantastic!" He praises taking my right hand and kissing the back of it. I turned red. That black card is helpful in a way. I just had to shop into something more elegant to feel among, and order an expensive ride. I'm not returning this card. I haven't seen miles, I want to see the reaction on his face when he sees I made it here.

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.

We just finished having our dinner. I am also done taking a bath and do the things that I need to do. I sat down at the bed and got the box that Grant gave me. I automatically smiled at the thought of Grant. I opened the box and saw a necklace with a snow pendant. "Whoa, it’s cute!” I took a selfie and sent it to Grant with a caption of: Thank you for this cute necklace, Grant. I appreciate. I screamed in romantic excitement, I’m sure I’m blushing right now. Who wouldn’t be when your crush gave you a gift?

Lillian's response was immediate: "OMG YOU THREW UP ON AIDEN?!?!" "!!! Not me, my friend!" "Sure, your 'friend'.My advice? Do exactly what you're doing—run around asking everyone else for advice." "! I'm seriously looking for help here." "So how did your husband—sorry, I mean your friend's crush—react?" I bit my lip, then slowly typed: "The crush didn't seem to mind. Even helped my friend change into pajamas." "Then it's simple. Buy him something he likes, something thoughtful. A peace offering."

He tries everything to get my attention, when stalking doesn’t work It starts with the obvious expensive gifts, extravagant gif arrangements, luxury bags, luxury jewelries. Flowers too, Too many of them, Different kinds, different colors, always fresh, always perfect like he’s trying to say something without actually saying it. But it’s not just that. Most of the gifts aren’t random. They’re thoughtful, Painfully so. The kind that makes it clear he remembers things I wish he didn’t. Little things. Things I said in passing years ago when I was still stupid enough to believe he was actually listening because he cared. Like the music box I told him I wanted when we were kids.