Letter For Crush Novels & Stories

"Almost close... Another guess!" "You gat a crush in school?" Liam said making Jasmine glared at him. "What's a crush?" Jace asked looking too inquisitive. "Ermm... it's a kinda.. You know.." Liam stuttered. He couldn't find the right word to use. Jasmine folded her hands, daring him to complete his statement. He pleaded with his eyes for Jasmine to help him out. Jasmine rolled her eyes... "Jace, why don't you let your Uncle Liam take another quick guess" She suggested.

“I am sorry, do I know you?” “I suppose I don’t think you will remember me even if I used to always have a crush on you in high school and when I wrote you a letter, you tore it up without even reading it” I stilled I had read the letter of course, it was a bunch of bullshit about love from a rich snob who made it his job to beat up people and bully them each day of their lives and yes I had torn it up to dissuade him from his endeavors which had worked.

Hope exclaimed, finally pulling me out of my thoughts. “Yayyyy!!!” I let out too, trying to hide my nervousness. What if he’s the one? What if my mystery man is actually Hope’s dad? What do I do then? Those are the thoughts that fought in my head. A part of me wished he wasn’t the one because how would I tell my best friend that her dad is my crush? The same man that appears in my steamy dreams. But then, the other part of me really wishes he’s the one. I just want to see him again and be with him. Even if it’s just once, I want him inside of me. I want to moan hard to his touch and scream his name till I lose my voice.

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.

"Everyone can see I'm in love with you. Everyone except you." "..." The sudden joy made my head spin. Lucas really does like me. My pounding heart confirmed this was real. As my scattered thoughts came into focus, I threw myself at him with a squeal. "My sugar mama dreams have come true!" Lucas stiffened, then grabbed my neck and pulled me back, his voice dangerous. "Sugar mama?" Oops! Said the quiet part out loud! "No no, I mean my love story! Of course I like you too!" Lucas bit my nose hard. "That's better."

"I thought we were going to be happy forever. But then his childhood crush came back, and everything went to hell." "Luckily, I've moved on." After sending that, I worried I might have sounded like I was bashing all men to him. "You're not like those other guys, obviously. You're the best listener in the world!" "But... does every man have a 'crush'?" He fired back a series of messages. "Absolutely not. If a man still has feelings for a crush, he shouldn't be with anyone else. Anything else is just irresponsible." "And for the record, I don't have a crush."

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.

“Sometimes, you're not even in the classroom, but looking at your seat, your books, and your pen and paper on the table is enough to make me happy." After that, Leon Batton opened even more envelopes, all marked with different numbers. By the tenth letter, he was certain that the numbers indicated the sequence that she had written them. Each letter contained a young teenager’s feelings toward her crush. Leon could tell what a humble person she was from her words alone. He could tell that she had self-esteem issues.

I’m even expecting for him to like pop a fuse and just combust in shame. “I don’t have a crush on you—go and fuck your conceited self.” He grumbled while folding the laundry in the living room as we watch some classic series of Tom and Jerry. If anyone has some kind of issue with what we are watching—they could fuck off. I fucking love Tom and Jerry. “You know, it’s really okay to have a crush on me, I mean, it’s just a crush. It’s not like we’re gonna have se—“