High End Crush Drama Novels & Stories

"What is the meaning of this? How dare you let that bastard touch you? I've always placed you on a high pedestal. I trusted you to make responsible choices, but this... This is the height of depravity, Lenora. Your mother would roll in her grave." "Dad, please," I choked back a cry, my breath cutting off. "You stooped so low to tarnish our name, our reputation. You are a mess, and I'm so ashamed of you. From the video, you were clearly enjoying it, riding him like a cheap whore." I bit my lip until I tasted blood, and raw, primitive grief overwhelmed me. "I had high hopes for you, but what did you do? You let it all crumble. Congratulations to you. I'm sure the sex industry will give you an

Yes, she has to make sure Gery hates and then rejects Eve outright. But how to do that? On the other hand, Amanda is now gathering more and more news and the news about Dave is also heard by her. When she reported it to Cheryl, a plan suddenly emerged to work with Dave, who had a grudge against Eve and Gery. "So this Dave had a crush on Eve but was rejected and then took a grudge and tried to kidnap Eve, which resulted in his dishonourable discharge from Vinestra, and now he's facing court charges? Hmmm ...." Cheryl mumbled to herself after receiving the new news from Amanda.

Ava continued, “He’s insanely handsome, for starters. Tall, built, always dressed as if he stepped out of a magazine. Professors respect him. Students worship him. People move when he walks.” “And the rumors,” Sophie added. “There’s always something. Power. Influence. Connections. If Odell wants something, it happens.” My head spun. This wasn’t the Odell I knew, This wasn’t the boy who used to sit beside me and share snacks, This wasn’t my Odell. “And,” Ava said, almost casually, “he’s dating Isabella.” The name landed like a slap. “Dating… who?” I asked. “Isabella Moreau,” Sophie said. “One of the richest girls here. Gorgeous. Perfect. Elite. They’re the definition of a power couple.”

Hell, with that 'mirror', they may have even been watching. I had no doubts Daniel had bought them off as part of his plan to take me back. When you're worth a billion dollars, there's little you can't do. As he left the precinct, he took me by surprise, lifting my legs and kissing me deeply. My lack of panties may have given some random onlooker an unintended show. I didn't care. I had the richest, sexiest man on the planet. I had succeeded what I had set out to do. And I got something so much more – I had won.

The one for him was always Jasmine. After groveling before rich scions—desperate to marry into wealth—and being cast aside because of her lowly background, Jasmine returned to Samuel’s side as his flawless, perfect crush. Everything about her was a noble sacrifice, a tragic circumstance.

"Things between Juliette and me aren't what you people think. It's not just some shallow, physical thing. If there's nothing else, I need to get ready for the game." With that, he walked away. After a few steps, he glanced back at me over his shoulder. He mouthed the words, "Wait for me." Once Flynn disappeared into the crowd, Savannah collapsed into her seat like a punctured balloon. She'd always acted like she was so much better than everyone else, yet now she'd thrown away all her dignity for a man. The game started, and the crowd's attention was quickly swallowed up by the action on the ice rink. Only Savannah stayed silent, not saying a word.

I took her hand and pleaded softly, “Trust me, in a few years, I’ll make sure you have a better life.” But she yanked her hand away and, before I could react, slapped me across the face. “Are you out of your mind? What nonsense are you talking about?! You are not going abroad!” Her voice rose, screaming at me hysterically. Her face twisted with rage, and she looked terrifying. “A fresh start?! What’s wrong with you? Are you ashamed of your mother’s money? Let me tell you something, Alex! Anyone else can judge me, but not you, because I’m the one who raised you!”

“Stripper, bartender, now a cook – what other surprises does your new little wife have in store for us, Cris? Financial secrets gleaned from her ex? We still haven’t gotten to the bottom of those.” “What are you talking about?” Lorenzo cuts in, his brow furrowing as he looks between his father and Christian.

I wanted so much to tear that adulterous pair apart. Helen knew she was in the wrong and she lowered her head. Zack's father stood at the side. He was unsympathetic about this. "This isn't an important matter at all. What is your driver so angry about? Are you itching to be fired?" Zack quickly nodded in agreement. "That's right. We're husband and wife. Why would we need your agreement to do anything?" My expression turned increasingly cold. What a bunch of shameless bloodsuckers.

His mother had given him exactly forty dollars for the trip, and he needed every penny of the change for lunch money until his work-study job kicked in next week. The driver rolled his eyes as Luca counted out quarters, but Luca had learned not to care about looks like that anymore. Pride was a luxury he couldn't afford. "Keep the change," he muttered, grabbing his battered duffel bag and stepping into the drizzle. The taxi sped away, leaving him alone on the circular driveway. Students streamed past him in designer clothes and confident clusters, their laughter echoing off the walls. Nobody looked at him twice, he was just another scholarship kid trying to blend into their golden world.