Texts To Crush Novels & Stories

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.

I whispered, and she took her lip into her mouth. F**k! I was going crazy. Unknown POV “Guys, I wouldn't want you to miss this opportunity,” I instructed. “You should be able to strike anytime with ease” I added and they both nodded in agreement. “Let's finish this business soon, is that clear?” “Yes sir” They chorused. Good. I ignited the engine and zoomed into the street.

He was about to say something before he corrected himself. "Still you didn't have to take me home. I never asked you too, so stop sounding so annoyed as if I was such a burden." "That is exactly what you are! A huge mother fucking burden, always has been since you were twelve. You are so unbelievable." Mason yelled in a hushed voice so Asher wouldn't hear him. Instead of crying in front of him, I sat up straight and poked my chest out. I was so mad and hurt, I can't believe I have a crush on him. Without saying anything to him at all, I walked away. I grabbed my pills and water and walked out of the room. I quickly walked to the bathroom and started the shower. I swallowed my pills quickly,

Eve attempted to protest against her boss, who immediately glared at her. "Unfair, you say? I don't care about your opinion! What's clear is that I won't tolerate an employee with your unstable and reckless behavior in my company! Pack up your things because after the break, your termination letter will be on the desk!" The man shouted firmly. However, seeing the nervousness and anxiety in the girl's eyes before him only made Gerald Foster, affectionately known as Mr. Gery, the CEO of Vinestra Group, enjoy tormenting and threatening her even more. It was like a small revenge for her daring actions that night when he was in turmoil.

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?”

But before Sebastian can tell his customers, no matter how annoying they are, to enjoy their waffles and ice-cream, the bell on the entrance chimes again. "Sorry, we are about to close the shop." Ethan declares to the man from the counter but the man pays no heed to him, rather he advances towards the table where Killian and his friends are at. Within a second, Sebastian finds himself on the ground owing to the fact that the man pushed him hard. So brutal is the force that Sebastian collides with another table, breaking the plates placed on the table in the process. "Let me taste some." The unknown man says, grabbing the waffle from Killian's plate and crushing it.

The tycoon might have meant his words as praise, but they felt like a dirty knife that plunged right into Dad's heart. Dad whipped around at once. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at the tycoon still chattering away. His chest heaved, and he looked like a pressure cooker about to blow its top off. "What the hell did you just say?" The tycoon stiffened, still not realizing the impending danger. "I said, you had good intentions with your resilience training—"

The room a whirlwind of memories and debris. I crawled toward the scattered lilies. The last breath of yellow in a world turned red. I picked one up. So soft. So fragile. Just like her. And then—I crushed it. Crushed it in my fist until the petals turned to pulp and the stem snapped. “Ahhh!” A cry erupted from my chest. The kind that rips through bone. The kind that shatters ribs. The kind that no one should ever hear. The kind that turns a man inside out.

Amber sidled up to me, all fake smiles, but I shut her down cold. I couldn't wrap my head around how she'd escaped that hellhole when Jessica and Ruby hadn't. I'd hoped keeping her away from Forbes Foods would spare us the disaster, but then a smear hit. A tabloid claimed our factory used toxic chemicals to clean our machines, poisoning customers. In my past life, this rumor got buried by Amber's worse accusations, but it still hurt us. Logan went live from the factory, showing we used safe cleaners and even chugging some to prove it. He gagged, fighting nausea, but the online trolls kept ripping him apart.