Topic For Crush Tagalog Novels & Stories

What kind of mess I am in now? ***************

Not from crying. From anger. "Look at me." I already was. "Why did you do that?" I knew exactly what she meant. The kiss. I looked away first. Mistake. Ava laughed bitterly. "Of course." "Ava." "No." She pointed at me. "No, you don't get to say my name and pretend nothing happened." My jaw tightened. "It shouldn't have happened." The words left my mouth before I could stop them. The moment they did, I saw the hurt on her face.

The reason why I was always ranked number one in school, was not because I was born smart, but because I had to study harder to be able to do the homework for members of the Aster Gang, who of course had different majors. This is where I am, at Gemilang High School. A beautiful place, but terrible. I stopped running when my name tag fell, a beautiful name written on the name tag made me feel sad. Kei Innaya Susilo, that's my name. It means a Beautiful flower growing on the rock. I should be as strong as the name my parents gave me. But in reality, it's the opposite of what was expected. I am weak. That's why they bother me. The Aster Gang. A group of fierce spoiled girls, and stupid men who

Sinamantala ko na iyon. Si Athelia naman ay ayaw magpatalo sa mga nagaganap! She was screaming so hard like those girls who were cheering for their pick. Hindi ko naman maunawaan kung sino talaga ang chini-cheer ni Athelia sa dami ng number na sinisigaw niya. "Sino bang papanoorin natin doon? Ang dami mo ng crush, huwag mo ng dagdagan!" "Ano ka ba!? Mas mainam na 'yon para marami akong pagpipyestahan! Ikaw, dagdagan mo na rin 'yang crush mo hindi iyong die-hard ka sa isa diyan!"

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

'Di pa ba sapat ang sakit at lahat Na hinding hindi ko ipararanas sa'yo Ibinubunyag ka ng iyong mata Sumisigaw ng pagsinta More and more people are dancing. Hope everyone is happy. I hope everyone has the courage to say how they feel. Ba't 'di pa patulan Ang pagsuyong nagkulang Tayo'y umaasang Hilaga't kanluran Ikaw ang hantungan At bilang kanlungan mo Ako ang sasagip sa'ýo There is a student who confesses his feelings for his crush. The woman answered yes and the two hugged. Ouch, is this destiny? Face to face?

Kahit sinong lalaki na nag-init ang katawan, papatol sa babaing available kahit wala itong pagmamahal. Sabagay it’s just a crush, argue ni Tala sa sarili, lilipas din ito. Crush mo na siya, 10 years old ka pa lang, magsasampung taon na Tala, ang tagal namang lumipas. May iba siyang mahal. Sino? Si Vanessa eh wala na nga sila. Ayokong magkaroon ng pag-asa, kahit mukhang meron naman.

nai-excite na sagot niya kay Paloma. "Mukhang masaya ah. Kumusta?" "Ito, nakamit ang ilang buwan ko ng pangarap." Parang bata na namimilipit ang paa sa kilig. "Talaga? Anong pangarap 'yan? Or shall I say sino?" Nahahawa si Paloma sa kanyang kasiyahan. "Ang crush ko kasi, finally naging jowa ko na." Kulang na lang ay tumalon siya sa tuwa.

"Is that it? Or was it that you wanted her to see you two together? Were you trying to flaunt your relationship? Huh, is that it? Is that why we're dealing with this bullshit now?" "None of that is important right now, dad; we need to do something. Call Mary: she'll know what to do." "Okay, okay, I'll get right on it." My hand shook as I hung up the phone. I started chewing away on my nails before I remembered that I wasn't allowed to do that anymore. There were so many things to remember these days, and none of this was anything like I expected it to be. All I wanted to do was marry my crush and live happily ever after. But nothing was turning out the way it was supposed to.

“How dare he—” “How dare I call you a spoiled brat?” he completed the sentence, towering over me and backing me to the wall. “I am Damian Delance, and I am not faced by your beauty or curves. I am simply doing charity by agreeing to this marriage,” My anger swelled, and I slapped him before realizing it. He was dazed. “You are an asshole!” I yelled, pushing him as I ran off. When I got to class, all eyes turned to look at me; the teacher and my mates. I stared nervously at my shoes.