Letters To Crush Novels & Stories

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.

The gift that he crushed. “No,” he says again, collapsing on his knees to pick up the box. He opens in, and a string of pretty folded cranes fall out, some of them well destroyed. A crumpled letter rolls into view, and he opens it frantically. “Allie… my sweet Allie….”

Kieran sat beside me and started reminiscing on his own. "In high school, you were everyone's dream girl. So many guys had crushes on you, but Flynn was like a flyswatter—anyone who got close to you, he smacked them away. "He blocked every single guy who tried to give you love letters or ask you out for meals. If you were to tell me that he didn't have feelings for you, I wouldn't believe it for a second."

I wrote every word I could think of that fit the pattern. Chance. Chase. Crane. Crave. I stopped on that one. Looked at it. Crave was five letters. Too short. I kept going. Crowe. Five letters. C — r — o — w — e. I counted them. The first letter tall. The w compressed in italics, looking almost like two letters pressed together. The e at the end with its curved base. C — r — o — w — e. I stared at the word I had just written.

ERIN The letter crumbled in Marty's fist, paper cracking like bones. From where I stood, I could see his knuckles white with pressure, veins standing out on his forearms. Marcus moved closer to him, the only wolf brave enough to approach. Whatever Marty whispered made Marcus's face go pale. Then, in a move that shocked everyone, Marty straightened his shoulders, smoothed out the letter, and tucked it into his pocket like it was nothing. Like his world hadn't just imploded.

she’d said, "they mean I can forgive you sixty-six times. But if they ever run out, I'm leaving." I had kissed her. I had promised her. "They'll never run out," I'd sworn. "I will never give you a reason to use them." But this past year, I had dismissed her pain, again and again. "It's just a crystal. Crush it." "There are plenty more where that came from." "Feeling hurt? Crush another one. It's what they're for." I thought they were infinite. I thought she was infinite. But now, sixty-six chances had turned to dust. And I hadn’t even noticed they were dwindling.

“In one month, you’ll stand beside me and smile for the world. And whatever ghost of love you’re clinging to will die the moment they seal our vows.” When the door shut behind her, Leo’s hands were shaking. He reached into the drawer beside his desk and pulled out a half-written letter - the one he hadn’t yet sent. Cris, If laws won’t have us, I’ll break it myself. He stopped there, staring at the words. The ink bled slightly from the tremor in his fingers. Then he folded the letter and sealed it with wax - his own crest this time, not the royal one. He opened the window, letting the cold wind strike his face. Somewhere beyond the courtyard, thunder split the sky. He didn’t know if Cris coul

She scrunched her face, still hissing through her gritted teeth. “She’s with me now. Will you stop crushing my dream like that? Nothing happened between them.” “Yeah, for now.” Amy rolled her eyes upwards. “You can’t let your guard down with a harlot like her.” “Shut the fuck up, Amy. You’d better focus on your baby-making thing. Or should I replace you instead?” I forced a wry smile this time, managing to steel myself to counter her insults that I had been swallowing. Amy tightened her grip on her champagne glass. Oh no, don’t tell me she’s going to pour that champagne on me.

"I will not hear any more of that rubbish from you, I am focused on just one task, and that is putting an end to the dominance and leadership of the Nosferatu vampires in Crescentville." "Okay boss, I am sorry if I touched a nerve" "You better be." I retorted.