Letters To Crush Novels & Stories

They tore everything I built away from me at the flick of a switch. My body shudders as I clench my fists by my side, longing to hit something or somebody. I grind my teeth together so forcefully it feels like I might shatter them as I stare at the destruction they’ve left in their wake. The crinkling of the paper between my fingers brings my attention to the letter they posted through my letterbox on Carmichael Enterprises’ letter-headed paper. Your empire will burn for this. The second I heard my letterbox at this hour, I was sure it would be them after Jamie Carmichael’s threat at our meeting two days ago.

I can’t express myself easily. Do you know that every time you say you hate me, or that you don’t want to see me… it tears me apart? Your words crush me more than anything else. I gathered every ounce of courage I had just to write this letter. Thank you… for reading it. — Jason ***

Thank you for reading "Love And Secrets❤️ I love you guys so much 🥺=== Fuck friendship! Fuck my fucking crush on him! Fuck their stupid fight! Fuck... Fuck everything! It's all fucking bullshit!

“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.

I didn’t know then that he would be my ruin. I crushed n him like a fool. Fantasized about him in ways that and my pillow my only witness. He had a jaw that could cut glass and my courage. It was fatal how he could suck the oxygen out of lungs leaving me gasping and yelping at his sight. A stupid crush, they’d call it. Anna warned me. Don’t fall for a man like him, Krystina. I didn’t listen that time. I was already writing him a letter. Not love, but a confession I wasn’t ready to say out loud. And Anna, the reckless little demon, forced me to slip it into his locker.

I said shrugging my shoulders. Yeah. I tell Paul everything. EVERYTHING. "So it’s just a crush? " Paul asked. I shrugged my shoulders "Maybe" I replied. "It’s rare you like someone, fighting!" Paul said with a short laugh. I laughed a little as we walked back to the sitting room. Kola was already sprawled on the long cushion his hands dancing on his phone. I froze in my tracks and stared at him. His long fingers were really a sight. "Stop eyefucking him" Paul whispered in my ears as I turned to hit him but he already moved away. My phone and headset was just above his head.

At the beginning, she thought it's just a Crush but when she realises it's not just a Crush and she had fallen head over heels for him her life turns upside down . When he's her crush , she didn't expect anything from him. She just wished to admire him. But when they are in love , she expected him to pamper her , love her and respect her. Both are poles apart. He's an extrovert who mingles with anyone easily while she's even unable to mingle with his friends. He's not that possesive type , while she's extremely possessive on him . Amidst the differences in their nature , it's their love that kept them together. What happens when an incident changes everything? Will they end up together or fa

A CRUSH Prologue " I like you, Simeon " Adriana Confessed Shyly, as her Ears turned red, this was the first time she was having a crush on a guy and telling him about it. " You what? " Simeon asked ignorantly Though he heard what she said. " I said I like you! " Adriana Replied, Repeating her earlier Words.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.