Their Troublesome Crush Novels & Stories

He is not nice at all. She uttered a blasé "hmm" in response. If you want me to support this crush, you're going to have to show me that you're capable of doing better than that. I clenched my teeth. "There's no such thing as a crush, Samantha. It's just...I can't really explain it. Insanity that is only temporary."

Fuck. Rebekah was right. I had a crush on Jay. A fucking crush. On Jay. My friend Jay. The guy I'd explicitly told I didn't want to date. The guy I'd stopped from kissing me. I looked over at him. He caught me. "What?" "Nothing." He groaned. "I am so tired of nothing today." I laughed. This crush was definitely a problem. Although, as I followed him toward his car, I had to admit it didn't feel entirely like one.

My sister, Kelly Sutton, was totally lovestruck. The night her longtime crush finally said yes, she begged me not to tell our parents about their date. She stayed out all night, and I covered for her. Kelly was so happy, I couldn't help being happy for her. Three months later, she jumped off the roof of our apartment building. Dad had a heart attack and died on the spot. Mom never smiled again. Eventually, she ended up in a psychiatric hospital. More than a decade later, after I became a cop, I dug up an old case that made my blood run cold. Kelly's crush, Calvin Tilley, was a psychopath who used love as bait to deliberately spread HIV, destroying young women's lives. That was why my

His sentence is too vague. Want what? The kiss? Or is he talking about something bigger? Like … Us? I shake my head in denial. I can’t believe what I’m thinking about. Me: Nope. I don’t want it. Whatever it is you’re offering me. I tap my fingers on the desk impatiently. This complicated thing has just started but already makes me restless. So much for a crush. Prince: Really? We’ll see about that later, sweetheart. My eyes widen at his texts. I just challenged Prince Crivelli. And I just made myself involved in big trouble.

I just pray every single day to have the strength to hold myself when things will change. I'm still waiting for the day when I will get over the crush I have on him. I still look up at guys and force myself to feel the same spark that I feel when I look at them. But it never happens. And I have been trying to do that for a whole year. How do Kinsley and Jenny change their crushes every single week? I wish I could ask for some tips. For now, I'm pissed due to all the crazy stuff happening in my life and those two crackheads are up to be my other parents for real.

I missed him so much, but Jamaal was already filling up the spot. I wasn't actually craving his attention. I already have the attention of someone I was coming to like. Jamaal, but I won't deny the fact that I still have a little feeling for Mysterious man. I wasn't even sure. I have a crush on two guys, Mysterious man and Jamaal Amir Haidar. Sometimes I get confused because I don't really know who I like the most. Jamaal was my bully, but not anymore. He was damn too romantic, same with Mysterious man.

Sofia soothed Eve. Mrs. Daphne again agreed with Sofia's opinion. The wealthy woman nodded while her eyes were still probing Eve. It didn't seem possible for Eve to have a crush on Dave. Yes, her demeanor was different. She was old enough to realize the look of love and admiration or just a friend in the eyes of ordinary girls. Well, Eve wasn't one of those girls, though. Gery is known to be rigid towards other girls besides his ex-girlfriend, immediately melted. However, the attitude shown by the grandson is precisely the opposite. Gery is strange; Mrs. Daphne's mind regrets her grandson's attitude.

"This is my life. It's how I love to live. So, what's the latest on your crush?" "She's more than a crush. I'm obsessed with her. I can't stop watching the CCTV camera, observing how she works with complete dedication. I don't think she's seeing anyone. I've never seen her making personal calls in her office. If she had a boyfriend, they would be constantly contacting each other. She seems too focused on her work. I've invited her for lunch three times already, and she's turned me down each time with respect." "She's playing hard to get. What's your plan that you mentioned to me yesterday about her?"

She seemed so engrossed but sweaty. I could see how the sweat had her little hairs on the back of the neck matted around like some baby curls. She seemed so engrossed yet so beautiful that I wanted to go over so badly and kiss her. I wanted to hold her and tell her it would be alright. As much as it was hurting me, I know it was even more heavy on Clara who was the one in the problem. She was obviously traumatized with the aspect of Melissa kissing her and I could actually tell from her countenance it hurt her badly.

“Brittney, I was wondering if you’d join me for a drink. There’s a place nearby.” The words felt surreal, as though I’d stepped into Someone else’s life. I couldn’t believe my boss, my high school crush, was asking me out. For a while, I just stood there, staring at him, my pulse racing in confusion. But as tempting as the idea was, I couldn’t accept. “I appreciate the offer,” I muttered, trying to steady my voice. “But I really can’t.” His brows furrowed slightly, but his face remained composed. “Can’t, or won’t?”