Letters To Crush Novels & Stories

She wondered if there was someone somewhere, writing her story right now, and wondered what the person had in store for her, or whether or not she would ever have the things that she had always wanted… someone that loved and cared about her. That person couldn't be Zach, right? It was the time to drop this stupid crush she had for her bully and raise up to the challenge of getting rid of him in her head and focusing solely on school. Maybe, it would be better if she started to fight back. She could be the smart mouthed person that she was back then at her old school, and never let everything he did to her get to her. Sighing, she finally walked to class, even though it took her almost foreve

She yelled again shaking her head vigorously. "Dan, Kim Dan. Hey, Arrogant Jerk! Wake up now. You just can't leave me. You liar, you claimed to love me but now you left breaking all your stupid promises. Yeah, I admit that I was wrong. I am sorry just come back. Please. I love you. I love you so much Kim Dan!" She yelled crying as she placed her head on his chest wailing harder.

I growled in frustration because I could still hear his loud music so I just covered my ears with my pillow. Then suddenly, I felt something hit my feet. I slowly got up and saw that it was the crumpled paper that I threw on him. He threw it back at me! I picked the paper from my bed and opened it only to find words written on it. "Wifi password for a kiss?" What the fuck?! I felt my cheeks burning really hot and I just stared at the paper like I was a fool. I kept reading it again and again making sure that I wasn't dreaming.

Natasha, however, was still feeling a little lost, as if the things that just happened hadn't fully registered in her mind. Only when Shirley shook her shoulders did she go back to her senses. "You're so lucky! Do you know that Kyle is my crush for a long time now?! Oh my God!" she was shouting at her in order for her to hear clearly. She only grimaced because of it.

Alex repeated with wide eyes. "Don't be angry please." "How old are you?" Alex asked. "Please don't get mad. "Matty said and crawled close to his brother. "How old are you?" Alex repeated the question. "S-seven." "Do you even know what crush means?" "I-I do." "Ahumm enlighten me please!" "It means you like someone so much and wants to be with them." "You like me and wants to be with me, do you have crush on me?" Alex asked. "Eww you are my brother Alex, having these feelings outside the family bond is called crush."

Dante's POV I pulled him back to the hall and we made our way through with his very painfully obvious boner. I didn't say a word to anyone, I just made sure little Mr. Crush could see that he was mine and he only wanted me. Little Mr. Crush noticed us and stood up to come apologize to Christopher. He felt bad for saying all those things to him, but I wasn't going to let him around my man, especially after I had told him that he had a crush on him.

My hand curled into a fist around the letter, crumpling it until it was nothing more than a tight ball of parchment. For all her cleverness, Serah hadn’t outsmarted me this time. Krista wouldn’t get this warning. Without it, she’d stay where she was, unaware of the storm heading her way. The letter crumpled in my fist before I realized what I was doing. I stuffed it into my pocket, my breaths coming faster, harsher. My frustration burned hot in my chest, simmering just underneath the surface.

“My name isn't on the letter. I’m just the… strategic consultant. The letter comes from the community. This is their fight. We’re just handing them the megaphone.” The next twenty-four hours were a frenzy of quiet, focused activity. Emails flew. Clara’s network activated. Lanc unearthed documents from a town in Oregon where Apex had left behind half-built infrastructure and a polluted water table. Arthur crafted a letter that was a thing of brutal, elegant simplicity, entirely devoid of sea-glass metaphors.

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.

The thought of giving Darren even that small piece of herself tightened the lump in her throat. Instead, she crumpled the paper slowly, deliberately, a tiny act of rebellion that felt more significant than she expected. She let the envelope crumble beneath her fingers, the corners folding in on themselves like the retreat of her own compliance. The sound of paper tearing softly as she tossed it into the bin echoed in the room, small yet definitive, marking her refusal to let the world dictate her choice tonight. Her heart felt a fraction lighter, but the relief was fleeting. Even destroyed, the letter retained its power, its memory etched into her mind like a shadow she could not chase away.