Letters To Crush Novels & Stories

I scoffed. “Yes. She has a huge crush on Derel, but won’t tell him because he’s a lot older than she is. She always bugs me to find a way to mail them to him, and she won’t stop sending the letters to me.” She said, but her words didn’t sound like they had an ounce of truth in them—Not at that moment when I was worked up, trying to find out who could be trying to destroy my family.

And the letter goes like this. "Dear Josh. I heard and felt your pain. Though we haven't shared the same experience, I heard you loud and clear. I'm not gonna pity you but feel inspired instead. That despite the adversaries in life, you still choose to fight. It's called bravery. And found this kinda cool when sending a letter using an empty bottle was already out of trend. How old are you by the way? Are you from the forgotten centuries?" the stranger then put a curve line with both of the tips pointed upward after the last letter as if it formed like a smile. As I kept reading the letter, someone's voice has been drawn into my feeble imagination. It was sweet, gentle, and nice. The sound o

The audacity of his arrogance clawed at the fringes of my sanity, threatening to unravel the carefully woven control that bound me. In a whirlwind of fury, I crumpled the accursed letter in my fist, the paper yielding to my wrath with a satisfying crunch. It felt as though I held Cyrus's very essence in my grasp, his malevolent presence reduced to nothing more than a crumpled sheet of paper beneath my fingers. But even as I crushed the letter, the specter of Cyrus's threat loomed large in the recesses of my mind, a dark cloud casting its shadow over everything I held dear. His words echoed like a relentless drumbeat, taunting me with the inevitability of his vengeance.

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

With that, he gave me a cold look, then turned and walked back into Fiona’s hospital room without looking back. My heart froze as his cold back disappeared. I heard him gently comfort Fiona. I could not believe Nigel thought I was a bad person, even though he had no proof at all. I rubbed my sore eyes and was about to leave when Jora came out. She leaned close to me with a smug smile. “So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.”

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.

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.

I whispered. And then— I pressed Send. The email disappeared from my screen. My heart was pounding so loudly it echoed in my ears. It was done. I leaned back in my chair, breathing heavily. Tomorrow— Everything changes.

"Sounds like a lot to process. I'm off to the library to hit the books." I grabbed my backpack and bolted. Behind me, Amber's voice turned venomous. "Well, look at Miss Grad School, acting like she's above us. She'll just be another wage slave." Ruby piled on. "Total nerd. Aces tests but flops in life. If she's too cool for us, we don't need her."

Eve attempted to protest against her boss, who immediately glared at her. "Unfair, you say? I don't care about your opinion! What's clear is that I won't tolerate an employee with your unstable and reckless behavior in my company! Pack up your things because after the break, your termination letter will be on the desk!" The man shouted firmly. However, seeing the nervousness and anxiety in the girl's eyes before him only made Gerald Foster, affectionately known as Mr. Gery, the CEO of Vinestra Group, enjoy tormenting and threatening her even more. It was like a small revenge for her daring actions that night when he was in turmoil.