Texts To Crush Novels & Stories

*CRUNCH. My jaws locked tight, my Alpha fangs ripping through the leather collar and tearing deep into the soft, hot flesh underneath. Vex let out a high, choked gurgle, her legs twitching violently against the floor as her hands clawed frantic at my back, trying to gouge the muscle out of my spine. I didn't let go. I growled dirty, a wild, animal sound, and with one massive, violent jerk of my neck, I tore her throat completely out.

Amy wiped my photo across my face to dry the tears on my cheek. "If you behave and stay quiet, we won't make you suffer." Chris picked up one of my action figures. "No! Not that! Please, I’m begging you." I shook my head, still crying. "You’d better shut up, or I’ll break everything like this." Chris snapped the head off the action figure he was holding, and I cried even louder. "Not the head! Please, stop it. Please." "Then shut your mouth!"

She felt trapped in her own mind, unable to get rid of the cruel statements Kathy had made from her mind. Every word replayed like a broken record: *fat whale, ugly, pathetic, you will be beautiful no matter how hard you try* All words she had secretly feared were true. It was as if Kathy had looked into her soul and dragged out every insecurity she had buried deep within herself. Eventually, she had no years to cry anymore, leaving her feeling hollow and exhausted. She slowly stood up, her legs unsteady, and made her way to her bedroom. The apartment was dark, and she didn’t bother turning on any other lights or opening the windows as the darkness suited her mood.

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.

The gravity of my situation crushes down on me. "Apologize," Ember grits out, her fingers wrapping around my chin with a force that threatens to crush bone. The pressure intensifies, sending waves of pain radiating through my jaw. Despite the agony, I refuse to yield to her demand, my defiance burning bright within me like a flickering flame in the darkness.

She sung through the intense electric shocks radiating down her neck and body “Here comes a wave….Meant to wash me away…..A tide that is taking me under...Swallowing sand….Left with nothing to say…My voice drowned out in the thunder….But I won't cry….And I won't start to crumble…..Whenever they try…To shut me or cut me down….I won't be silenced…..You can't keep me quiet…..Won't tremble when you try it…..All I know is I won't go speechless….’Cause I'll breathe….When they try to suffocate me…..Don't you underestimate me….’Cause I know that I won't go speechless….Written in stone…..Every rule, every word….Centuries old and unbending…..Stay in your place…..Better seen and not heard…..But now tha

The "Crush" failed. In its wake, the Union realized that the only way to prevent future collapses was to merge every "Brother-Fire," every "Wild-Multiverse," and every "Alt-Existence" into the Total-Union. This was the final "Assembly," the merging of all "Narrative-Streams" into a single, "Omni-Present-Infrastructure." There was no longer an "Outside." The "Union" had become the "Outer-Empty" itself.

My nails dig into his skin, leave deep trails. He slams his forehead into mine. The crack echoes, blood blinds me. The world swims but I don’t let go. I drag his face down and smash my forehead against his in return. We both stumble, glass crunching underfoot, the table collapsing completely as we crash to the floor together.

My jaw clenched. My body pressed harder against hers. "Are you trying to crush me, you asshole!” ---

Lucy and I opened two bottles of red wine, sat around the table, and watched the drama unfold with deep satisfaction. Tomorrow, the sun wouldn't set at all, and the temperature would just keep climbing. On the video feed, Amber wore only her sundress while fanning herself desperately. Carter Manor had been completely destroyed by the mob. Anything useful had been stolen, and everything else had been smashed to pieces. The house now stood empty and stripped bare. Dad staggered to his feet and collapsed onto the only remaining couch. Clutching her empty stomach, Amber went looking for food, but the fridge was completely empty.