Unrequited Crush Novels & Stories

I sighed and rolled my eyes as amara smacked his arm before scolding him. "Was she talking to you in the first place? And what's the 'girls and their problems' supposed to mean? It's not our business and problem that your crush doesn't like you back." Amara ended with sarcastic air quotes as she look him up and down from beneath her eye lashes before brushing him off like an annoying fly. She rambled on and on as I zoned out again day dreaming about Silas, like I always doing, consciously and unconsciously.

"One-Sided Love was also called Unrequited Love. Per se that someone you had been liking since you are a child or someone that has been bugging into your mind every day and you can't help the butterflies in your stomach to go wild, that's when you knew that it was an unrequited love. When you confessed and that person didn't even have the same feeling as you, uh, it hurts," Justin held his chest as the students laughed out loud at his joke. He also joined them as he scribbled down something on the blackboard and underlined it.

Chapter Two: Unrequited Crush ANABETH COLLINS Every girl's innocent and not so innocent dream. Every guy's threat. Everyone adores him. The man is the perfect example of a perfect man. Handsome, smart, kind. He has all the good qualities and attitudes that I don't. I shrank back at the thought. I always see hima and I can only admire him from afar. Because as clichè as it sounds, a loser like me can only do that much. I'm not even sure if I have the right to even attempt to have a crush on him.

Abby was just such a character, and if this were in a novel, she would definitely be the perfect female protagonist, after all, who can't resonate with a self-indulgent love story. But are people like this really pitiful? True crush is when the other person doesn't have a partner, even if they cover their mouth, the liking will still overflow from their eyes. True crushes are ones that dare not disturb, dare not approach, and the people around will not know. True unrequited love begins at the moment when the other person has a crush, and abruptly ends. The other party had the right to not accept, and the beloved was not at fault. Even after knowing that the other person is in a relationship,

“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?”

Nobody moved. No—scratch that. No one dared to move. The air was too thick. The world too silent. Like even the wind knew it needed to hold its breath. He floated above us like an ancient god reborn. Adrian. But… not the Adrian I knew. Not the cold, quiet boy I used to daydream about. He was my fucking first crush back in college. I fell for his cold absolute fuck off vibe. He was a prince back, tall and ridiculously handsome, and he was totally my type, and I hoped and wished he was my mate, not until I heard he was engaged to some MoonClaw princess who eventually rejects him and goes off with some goofball named Asher.

Mia If I were asked why I'm here, my reply is to fulfill a promise, so welcome to my diary. I am Mia, a nerd and that quiet girl who doesn't even exist or get noticed. However, I have a friend, Nicole who has a crush that doesn't know she even exist either and currently she's going for a heart surgery but have refused. Why? That's because she wants this crush to be hers at all cost. I had to make a promise that I watch over him for her, stalk him, learn everything about him while she gets her surgery done in America.

He’d tell her the mural was nearly finished, he’d laugh nervously, he’d ask her to come see it. And maybe she would. Maybe she’d walk into his chaotic studio and let herself belong to something unplanned, just once. But as quickly as the fantasy bloomed, she smothered it. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Because unrequited love wasn’t just about someone not loving you back. Sometimes, it was about loving someone but refusing to let yourself fall. Sophia rolled onto her back again, blinking against the burning in her eyes. “Get it together,” she whispered to the dark.

Out of nowhere, the backlash struck mercilessly. The flowers Chloe had forced into bloom withered overnight, crumbling into ash. The beauty sustained by my essence began to fracture, too. Her skin grew dry, and her hair fell out in clumps. Night after night, she was plagued by nightmares. She dreamed of a cold, golden moon hanging overhead, silently judging her. "Ethan… I feel awful," she whimpered, trembling uncontrollably in his arms. "It feels like something inside me is rejecting me. I'm so scared."

He’s right. And that’s the problem. Gwen’s laugh carries over again—distant, happy. CK doesn’t move. Doesn’t touch me again. Just watches me unravel. I’m trapped. In a corner. At a party. With my best friend’s crush. Who’s now my roommate. Who knows exactly how I sound when I come. And I still want him. Fuck.