Letters To Crush Novels & Stories

he winks and he leaves You guessed right , crystal blushed to deep to her hair roots [END OF FLASHBACK] Scarlett giggles " mi girl is so lovesick " " Stop it, I just have an ordinary crush on him " she said pouting Scarlett raises her hand in the air " crush it is ... No objections " she said smirking and heads to her cubicle " Crazy girl " Crystal said blushing One hour later , Scarlett is typing the cash flow statement she has to submit today on her computer, her manger ' Thomas' tapped on her table

Chris awkwardly chuckled, suddenly feeling stupid because the reason for his hatred was ridiculous. “The letter you wrote really bruised my ego badly. I had never been hurt by mere words but they really made me feel useless at that point. It was true that I was struggling but you being the one to say such cruel things to me really broke me. I carried that resentment with me and it—” “Wait… what letter?” Rita asked, totally bemused. She had been shocked when Chris was suddenly talking about a letter that she wrote. ‘How come I wrote a letter without knowing I wrote a letter?’

And I am sorry that my heart wasn’t strong enough to keep beating for you. All my love, all that’s left, Mama’ My heart is crushed. I fold the letter along its original creases with hands that are shaking so badly the paper rattles, and I press it against my chest the way you’d press a wound to stop the bleeding.

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 ***

“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.

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.

Untouchable. And yet— Still his. Somewhere deep in his chest, that bond twisted. Frayed. But not gone. Never gone. His hand crumpled the parchment suddenly. Crushed it tight in his fist. Anger surged. Hot. Sharp. At Kael. At the North. At himself. At her. At everything he couldn’t control anymore. Then— Slowly— He loosened his grip. Smoothed the letter back out. Careful. Almost reverent.