Long Time Crush Novels & Stories

. MORE THAN A CRUSH . . Written by Anjay. . . SYNOPSIS It's been six years since Sylvia last saw Alex and she can't wait to see him again. When he shows up unexpectedly at her shop, Sylvia's joy knows no bound. They come together and in no time rekindle the love they once had. Things seem to be going smoothly for them until an enemy from the past shows up and threatens to ruin the blossoming relationship. Can they ride it out or will the re-established love be stamped out? Only one way to find out... Through me. Or better still, read the story.

Age was only a number, and I fought hard against it. The food had shown up less than thirty minutes before the wrath of Collier, or Brutus. I'd been rather quiet all afternoon, but the rest of the group was in full mingle mode when the beast erupted. I saw him come through the patio doors and could tell by the look on his face he was pissed.

That's the bad luck of having a private jet at your disposal, he thought in exasperation. Since they had left a few hours earlier, Claire had spent most of her time carefully observing both him and William. "Mind you, William is a very handsome man." She hung up again. "He was one of the most popular guys at both school and university. He had a lot of girls dying after him. I had a crush on him myself..." That sudden confession made him take his eyes off the screen and look at his seat neighbor again. "Well! Don't look at me with that murderous look. I've known him since I was a kid; we were all together all the time. So it's only natural that my first crush was him."

Akshitha and Sumathi also work their part. Akshitha is now busy cutting out her recent admiration's picture from a magazine. She has a problem called 'celebrity crush'. Over the years, she has crushed on many people. Her first celebrity crush was actor Vijay and then Hritik Roshan and then Surya and then she liked Virat Kohli and then Rana Daggubati. After him, it's now Yadav Rishid!

“Well, maybe he was my third crush, I can't recall at the moment." “Wasn't Nathan your first crush?” I teased. “Well, a girl can forget, Tilda.” “I can't wait to know where this is actually going." “I mean before I dated him, I liked him for a very, very, long time before I mustered the courage to tell him I liked him.” “By a ‘very, very long time’ you mean two weeks, right?" “That is beside the point, what I'm trying to tell you is that feelings should never be buried, when you bury them, they don't die or cease to exist, they remain there, just buried in our hearts.”

The low, rough voice that growled my name while he drove into me. Christian Knight. The pieces slam together in my brain like a puzzle I never wanted solved. Christian Knight = C.K. C.K. = Gwen’s lifelong crush. The guy she’s talked about since we were teens. The one she still sighs over in drunk texts. The same man I let fuck me senseless last night—loud, desperate, no holds barred—thinking it was just a one-time thing. My best friend’s family friend. Sitting three feet away. While she beams at him like he’s the answer to every prayer.

" Line after line, word after word, were filled with a young girl's shy, humble, burning love. It all came pouring out from the pages, almost drowning him. He suddenly remembered that night when they fulfilled their agreement one thousand times. Cecilia, lying in his arms, eyes sparkling, had said to him, "I have a secret to tell you on your birthday as well." He hadn't cared at the time. Only now did he understand what that secret was. It was a young girl's unrequited crush that had lasted seven long years—from the age of 15 to 22—so quiet and small it almost wore her down to nothing. It was a sincere heart he had once disdained and even recklessly trampled on.

A jeep pulled up in front of the cafe. A beautiful woman wearing sunglasses was waiting there. The woman fidgeted, occasionally looking around to ensure the person she was waiting for arrived on time. As soon as she saw a young man leaving the car, she greeted him. "What took you so long, Clark? I'm almost dry waiting for you." Cheryl's face was annoyed, as evidenced by her pursed lips. She had been waiting so long, and he said he had been on his way for an hour.

Taking a quick look in the rearview mirror, I notice him gazing as I drive away. Would it be so awful? If we’re meant to be together, is it such a bad outcome? Can I trust him? Am I able to see past his womanizer reputation and accept him for who he is? If he should ever dare to betray me, I promise I’ll come back from the grave and make him pay. But what if he isn’t even my destined soulmate? Will I ever be able to move on from this silly crush that has consumed me for seven long years? That’s where those tingles come from - my foolish infatuation that has lasted for far too long. Now I’m overthinking everything. As an alpha female, I know I’ll end up with an alpha male. I need to snap out

“Two – two and a half years.” “Two and a half years,” Bruce stressed. Christopher’s eyes widened. “That’s a long time to have a crush. This could be dangerous, Trevor,” Bruce said seriously. “One day she’ll realize that she doesn’t have a chance in hell with you and burn the house down.” “She’s just leaving a piece of candy on his pillow, not a bushel of red roses,” Selena said curtly. “Still . . . I should have a talk with her,” Bruce said seriously. “Just to make sure she doesn’t cross the line.”