Quotes Of A Crush Novels & Stories

"You like me even though you don't know who I am?" "You wouldn't believe it, but the first time I see you, I know you're the one I've been looking for." She chuckled, "You're pretty hopeless romantic" "I guess I am" "Even crushes grow or develop if you have made short observations on that person; visually, some may be drawn, but it was just for a split second, not long enough to be a crush." "I like you inside out" "What if I'm a crazy person, I doubt you will fall to me that easily"

"What, memorized my name out of everyone's? Got a crush?" "No way."

“I like you… and I think I might go crazy because of that.” “Chl—” “I have had a crush on you since I met you, and it has done nothing but grow more in the last few years.” “I know… you do not not share the same feelings for me and I am not telling you this to burden you, so, I don’t want your response.” “I know I am just like a sister to you and I hate you so much for thinking of me as your sister. Maybe it would have been better if we met under different circumstances… or maybe not.”

She scrunched her face, still hissing through her gritted teeth. “She’s with me now. Will you stop crushing my dream like that? Nothing happened between them.” “Yeah, for now.” Amy rolled her eyes upwards. “You can’t let your guard down with a harlot like her.” “Shut the fuck up, Amy. You’d better focus on your baby-making thing. Or should I replace you instead?” I forced a wry smile this time, managing to steel myself to counter her insults that I had been swallowing. Amy tightened her grip on her champagne glass. Oh no, don’t tell me she’s going to pour that champagne on me.

He growled. “It simply means that you, darling, has the hour-glass shape,” I said wickedly "That’s for girls!" He retorted. "Maybe,” I smirked, crossing my arms. If Zara was here, she would have said that my insult was lame. But Damian doesn’t need to know that. "it’s because you haven’t seen the muscles beneath this tuxedo.” "Wow, your ego is huge, and girls have muscles too. Don't you know that?”

She had said, "What does she have that other ladies don't?" "Your celebrity crush or your husband," the interviewer asked me next, twitching her mouth to the side "My celebrity crush," I answered, no hesitation in my voice. Do they have any idea who my celebrity crush is? Comparing him to Quinn, as in just Quinn, that's belittling.

Ethan was the center of everyone’s attention in high school. He was handsome, had good grades, and won practically every competition he took part in. Plenty of people had a crush on him, but most of them did not dare to confess. I was the only one who did and continued pestering him even after he rejected me multiple times. In the beginning, he rejected me by saying that he wanted to focus on studying, but later on, he got annoyed by me constantly bothering him and blatantly stated that he was irritated by my very presence.

“Oh, just an accidental lip brush? That’s what you call a kiss? You nearly killed me. Firstly, you’re not into guys-” “Wrong, I’m not into anyone. Not just guys. Emotional connections and intimacy-” “- are kind of gross, and not the type of thing you want. I know. I hear that speech every time I tell you someone has a crush on you. Followed by a sarcastic look, then an eye roll that tells me to know better.” I smiled, he’s got me. He knows how I react.

“It's such a pity she doesn't like me back.” “She?” He looked up sharply, dropping his hand back. “Oh. I guess… Just give her some time.” He reached for the file next to his work laptop and opened it. “You don't expect your crush to like you back. It's a miracle when they do, but most times, that miracle doesn't happen. So don't get your hopes up.” Hearing him speak, I got this insane idea. I sat on the chair opposite him and leaned on the table, putting the innocent look I'd practised countless times in place.

“Don't give me that bullshit, Jules. We have been friends since our first year. I might not know much about you, but I can read your mood.” Fuck.. I should have known Queenie wouldn't drop the matter until I had given something. Rubbing my palm on the back of my neck, I tried to think of an excuse, one that would get her off my neck. I looked around, my eyes locking with those of Jules, who was leaning on his car, acting like he was posing for a photoshoot. Tsk. What a bastard. Tearing my gaze away from him when I started feeling a warmth on my cheeks, I leaned close to Queenie. “I… I think I have a crush on someone.”