Kim Possible Crush Novels & Stories

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.

To the dance floor. To the moment I'd seen another man approach her. To the brief second before Mason interrupted. To the irrational satisfaction I'd felt afterward. I set the glass down harder than intended. The sound echoed softly through the room. I frowned. Then picked it up again. The memory refused to leave. Ava laughing. Ava glaring. Ava refusing to look at me. Ava looking at me. My grip tightened unconsciously. The glass slipped. Time seemed to slow. Then…. Crash.

she said, “everything will work out.” My pulse raced. “Thank you,” I breathed. “You have no idea how much this means to me.” Inside, something dangerous stirred. Odell Johnson, the king of campus and my childhood crush. And now… I was about to walk straight into his world. ……….. I finally settled into the room after everything quieted down.

I sprinted across the pitch, my focus sharp, unaware of the danger that awaited me. Mark, fueled by his resentment, seized the opportunity for a final act of aggression. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Mark launched himself into a dangerous tackle, targeting my knee. The impact was brutal, my knee twisting unnaturally beneath the force. A sharp cry escaped my lips as searing pain shot through my leg, threatening to engulf me. Mark's expression twisted into a sadistic smile as he witnessed my anguish, his satisfaction evident in his gaze. The taste of victory fueled his cruel intentions, and he reveled in my suffering.

Nobody thought that he would even do something this ruthless! If Matsuda were hit, he would be heavily injured even if he did not die from it! “That’s his killer move! “The Demon Crash!” someone exclaimed. “It’s said that anyone hit by the move will never survive the impact! “With this, he can definitely kill anyone just a bit higher on the skill ceiling compared to him!” Kairi and the others lightly nodded after hearing the outcry. They seemed a little relieved, but they were still worried about the fight. On the other side, Nameless tightened his hands that were on the hostess while squinting forward.

"Please stop this nonsense, Mr. Swanson. If I were to give her CPR now…" He paused and pointed at my chest that was covered in frost with a cruel finger. "The moment I press down on her chest for CPR, her sternum will shatter like ice."

“Keep going… ah, I’m almost there…” Kit wanted P’Kim to come first, to give him the pleasure he wanted before he came. But unfortunately, he wasn’t able to hold himself back any longer. With a sudden yelp of pleasure, he came all over P’Kim’s black shirt, his cum leaving white stains all over him.

He said icily, "You're very clumsy with your reverse psychology!" He exerted force slightly, and there was a crunch. With one step, he crushed Arman's skull into a pulp.

Before I could even think about pressing decline, he snatched the phone from my hand. CRACK. The phone smashed against the floor with a sickening crunch. I gasped, my heart lurching as I watched the screen flicker and die, shattered beyond repair. But Blaze wasn’t done. His boot came down, pressing against the ruined device, and with slow, deliberate force— He crushed it. The finality of it—the sound, the sheer dominance in the way he destroyed it so effortlessly—sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

I sighed and rolled my eyes as amara smacked his arm before scolding him. "Was she talking to you in the first place? And what's the 'girls and their problems' supposed to mean? It's not our business and problem that your crush doesn't like you back." Amara ended with sarcastic air quotes as she look him up and down from beneath her eye lashes before brushing him off like an annoying fly. She rambled on and on as I zoned out again day dreaming about Silas, like I always doing, consciously and unconsciously.