My Crush Hates Me Novels & Stories

When the door closed behind him, I groaned, reached for a pillow, and screamed my frustration at it. I really hate Rain for giving me this idea that Klaus would be interested in me. Why? Oh, because I really like the guy, no matter how infuriating he is. Rain’s observation is spot on. I do have a crush on Klaus. I was just too stubborn to admit it and too busy dreaming of my happily ever after with Mason.

"I will tell you about this incident that happened. There was this girl a year younger to us in our school who had a huge crush on Alec..." "Crush? Hades innocently interrupts and I am obliged to explain to this oblivious god. "Crushing, is a feeling you have for someone....who is very special and precious to you, okay? And its not love, YET! But you don't see them as a friend either, like its more than just friendship. " "Its basically....cruelly frustrating, mostly one-sided and very complicated." I sign off and by his nod I continue only to have forgotten what I was previously speaking of.

I hated that sister of his more, because had it not been for her, everything would have been okay and that guy wouldn't have slapped me. Weirdly, the more I regretted everything that happened, the more my crush on him kept on increasing. I didn't even know how that was possible. It had really started to get out of hand. I must stop all these. I couldn't let this crush turn into something else. I must start hating that guy. "Arhhhh!!!" I exclaimed and sighed, frustratingly. "I must hate him, I must make sure that crush fades. I must make sure the memory of him turns to ashes." I chanted.

I already have so much to deal with— than waste my time on some Queen bees. “Why not check the internet, or better yet ask him?” I said cockily, “Or perhaps, he doesn’t even know you exist,” Daisy cheeks burned with embarrassment “I’ll get him, You just watch and see” She fumed, walking off but not before her minions gave me the middle finger. My heart constricted with hurt. “That was so cool, Sarah,” Zara breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah, my whole life worsened since Damian came into the picture. Now everybody hates me, even my sister.” I bit back the sob clogging my throat.

He hates her but he can’t deny his attraction towards her. He panted heavily as his heart felt so strange. He gritted his teeth when he witnessed her closed eyes, her lips parted, there were a pink glow appeared on her cheeks, her face flushed. No matter how many times he said she just can’t meet his gaze which showed nothing but LUST for her, she felt disgusted for herself with every passing day, her hate for herself went deeper. Sweat dripping from her forehead as she found him snapped, “Didn’t I tell you not to disrespect my words.”

Why can’t I read them? One moment they're human and in the next monsters who wanted a pound of my flesh. “I am talking about your teenage crush that’s still here.” “It’s not!” I blurted out, trying to pull away from him. “I don’t like him. I hate him!” “Hmm..mmm.. then, shall we fuck?” He tilted my face up and said, “Any minute now, he will be here, don’t you want to show him that you’ll choose me over him.”

He said sleepy. "Sure," I replied. "What do you feel for me?" He asked. "Do you hate me?" He asked. I gulped and stared at me on the screen. "Well.....I don't hate you....." I said. He closed his eyes and hummed. "I really.....admire you so much since we were little. I've always had a crush on you, and I block my vision with anger because you dont feel the same way." I replied before looking at him.

Heat rushed up to my neck, followed by a defiant stab of irritation. “I’m not obsessed with Beaumont, Evie. I fucking hate him.” I tried to grab my phone again but she hid it behind her. “Give it back.” “Nope.” She shook her head, moving all around to keep me from my phone. “You’ve had this on repeat for days now. Even I don’t watch my crush’s videos this many times.” “That’s because I don’t have crushes, Evie. Never have and never will. Especially not on that asshole!”

"She must have sensed your intentions, and the way you've looked at her in your office probably gave it away that you have a strong crush on her." "Crushing is an understatement; I feel like I'm entirely obsessed with her at this point. I couldn't even bring myself to go out for lunch. Just the thought of her satisfies me." "Do you think she might be in a serious relationship?" "There's no engagement or wedding ring on her finger." "Hmm... What's your plan regarding her now?" "I'm even feeling jealous of anyone else being near her. I've instructed everyone in my company to keep their distance and let her focus on her work. That way, I'll be the only person close to her, and I can freely invi

I looked down. “Felix, we’re just not right for each other.” “Why not?” My fingers tightened involuntarily. As much as I didn’t want to say it outright, the truth was the truth. “You know my situation. My mom and I have a complicated past. I don’t want you to be judged because of me. And I don’t want to be a weakness that people can exploit. You shouldn’t have to deal with that. Felix, you’re amazing. You deserve better.”