Texts To Crush Novels & Stories

I just hope going back into teraphy wouldn't bring back memories I'll like to not think about. Oh well. ****** Just a few more days before exams would be finally over, lord. I can't fucking wait. Reading for exams is freaking hard, whoever disagrees with me is an asshole. Yup, Silas disagreed with me, so that made him an asshole. And he's always rubbing it into my face of how it's so easy for him to read and understand unlike me who have to read, concentrate and still summarise before understanding anything, which makes him a bigger asshole on a whole different level.

, Anna explained with a sigh as she pulled at her fries "Intimidate Vanessa? Last?", Kaylee repeated in disbelief "I am not trying to intimidate Vanessa or anything. What's all these?", Kaylee asked dropping her cutlery loudly on the table She looked at Anna when she did not reply and found her smiling in amusement. "What are you so amused about?", Kaylee asked before looking in the direction of where Anna was looking. A grin appeared on Kaylee's face as she teased Anna. "You have a crush on that guy, don't you?", Anna turned to face Kaylee and she met her raising a brow at her with a smile on her face as she teased her.

With that, he gave me a cold look, then turned and walked back into Fiona’s hospital room without looking back. My heart froze as his cold back disappeared. I heard him gently comfort Fiona. I could not believe Nigel thought I was a bad person, even though he had no proof at all. I rubbed my sore eyes and was about to leave when Jora came out. She leaned close to me with a smug smile. “So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.”

I lowered my gace, when suddenly I remembered that I talked to her like that. Before I could look down I felt a slap on my other cheek. I held my cheek. "Remember this bitch. Andrew. Is . Mine!. And leave him the fuck alone before I tell him that you have a crush on him". My eyes widened when she said that. How did she even know that I have a crush on Andrew. She must know the shock on my face. When she smirk and said. "Whats wrong?. Are you shocked". "How did you know?".I looked up at her and asked her in a low voice.

The audacity of his arrogance clawed at the fringes of my sanity, threatening to unravel the carefully woven control that bound me. In a whirlwind of fury, I crumpled the accursed letter in my fist, the paper yielding to my wrath with a satisfying crunch. It felt as though I held Cyrus's very essence in my grasp, his malevolent presence reduced to nothing more than a crumpled sheet of paper beneath my fingers. But even as I crushed the letter, the specter of Cyrus's threat loomed large in the recesses of my mind, a dark cloud casting its shadow over everything I held dear. His words echoed like a relentless drumbeat, taunting me with the inevitability of his vengeance.

And then— I end it. Power surges. Not explosive. Not chaotic. Controlled. Focused. Absolute. I don’t tear her apart. I don’t burn her. I don’t destroy the body. I go deeper. Straight to the core. To whatever she’s become. To whatever is holding her together. And I crush it. She screams. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just— Real. Raw. Final. The shadows collapse. Disintegrate. Fade. No escape. No retreat. No second chance.

It’s unmaking. The world dissolves into pure sensation. No sight. No sound. Just pressure. Immense, crushing pressure, forcing the churning remnants – the Alpha’s dying snarl, Kieran’s shattered sobs, the land’s weeping curse – down, down, into the hollows of my bones, the cracks in my spirit. It’s like swallowing ground glass. Like being filled with liquid lightning and frozen rage. My back arches, a silent scream tearing at my lungs. Every nerve ending shrieks violation. This isn’t power. It’s poison. And they’re sealing it within me. Brick by psychic brick.

Hint; It rhymes with ‘Rain’ and is a kind of bird. “If you squeeze that phone any harder, you’ll crush it. Another text from AJ?” Wren speaks. My throat closes, heart pounding. “Yes,” I lie, offering a tight smile. “It’s AJ.”

𝗼𝘂𝗹-𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁. 𝗧𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗿 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗵� �𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀.

The whispers already got me curious. I couldn't figure out what the matter was, but the only thing I could grasps from the whispers was pregnant. I grabbed my textbooks from my locker, pushing back the tiny papers scribbled with insults. I picked one out of many and began moving towards the art room. Mr Collins the literary professor is sure to come to class early today as usual. I ducked my head as I walked, adjusting my glasses. Being a nerd and a dork has always made me an object of bully. The papers seems to be increasing everyday.