Letters To Crush Novels & Stories

It was more than just a crush; it was a dangerous fixation that could lead to more than just a simple assault. I knew I couldn't let this go on. I had to do something to protect Claire. With trembling hands, I put the journal back on the table, careful not to disturb the arrangement. The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in on me with the weight of his twisted love. I took a deep breath and stepped back, surveying the room one last time.

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.

Tears that I willed away because I refused to let him see me cry. "Yes, I'm kind, but kindness doesn't stop me from being human, with all the other emotions that human beings are allowed to have. I loved you more than my own life, and when you threw me away in front of the whole universe, you destroyed me. And now that I've finally picked up all the pieces that were missing and put myself back together to be a better and stronger me, here you come. I have no interest in entertaining your narcissistic ass, so please, do yourself a favor and get f*cked."

he ordered. My hand shook as I touched Steve's phone screen. The last video shows a student who is crying in a very bad condition. He jumps from the top of the building, and the video ends. He was the same guy that Kenan bullied. It reminded me of when I intended to jump from the top of the building before Kenan saved me. "His name is Samuel. Kenan is hostile to him because he has the same shoes as him!" Steve exclaimed in a deep voice. Wait a minute!

Crish ordered. “How do I reply to the message? How should I do it?" Crish then taught Camellia to reply arrogantly like that, she said like this, “Crish loves me, that means I am the winner of her heart. Please come back to fight and try to get Crish because I'm sure that Crish will not choose you, he will definitely continue to stick with me, because what? Because Crish loves me.” "One more thing, you also have to remind him that actually the bitch and shameless is himself," continued Crish passionately because he felt annoyed and angry when he read it.

A letter? I curiously unfolded it and glanced through the content. 'You still don't want to leave, right? You are being so stubborn Margaret and believe me it won't be good. Your son is laying lifeless in the hospital for the past few weeks, here's an opportunity, he will never get to know you were threatened. You should leave and never return. Leave in peace or Rodney dies' I read aloud as my feet grew wobble. I crouched to the floor as I tossed the letter aside. “Mom” I mumbled while staring into space, more tears dripping from my eyes.

Typical Jamaal, I decided to ask him the one question that has been lingering on my mind. Me: Who do you like, is it me or your crush? Two minutes passed, three minutes also passed. I tapped my fingers on my laptop as I waited for his reply. Mystery man: To be honest with you, I'm in a dilemma concerning this. You are my crush to and I like you both. Me: Ouu.... I like you too, I think I'm attached to you. I groaned after I clicked on sent, won't that make me sound cheap.

The room a whirlwind of memories and debris. I crawled toward the scattered lilies. The last breath of yellow in a world turned red. I picked one up. So soft. So fragile. Just like her. And then—I crushed it. Crushed it in my fist until the petals turned to pulp and the stem snapped. “Ahhh!” A cry erupted from my chest. The kind that rips through bone. The kind that shatters ribs. The kind that no one should ever hear. The kind that turns a man inside out.

Nestled among the mundane bills and correspondence, it stood out, demanding his attention. With a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, Chris picked up the letter. Its weight in his hand hinted at the significance it held. He carefully tore open the envelope, his eyes scanning the words that lay before him. The contents of the letter sent a shiver down Chris's spine. It was a chilling message, filled with venomous intent. The writer, concealed in anonymity, declared their desire for retribution, blaming Chris for the death of Tyler, his long-lost brother.

"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.