Amity Blight Blush Novels & Stories

Blanche asked, she stood behind them and rested her elbows on one of the shelves near the aquarium. "Because it's nice! Don't you think so too Blanche?" Forest said and Crimson gave her a look. Blanche opened her mouth but didn't say anything. She ran her eyes on them, Crimson was wearing a red long sleeve sweater and Forest have a green mini skirt under her purple dress. Crimson had a more defined waist than Forest but the latter has such a voluptuous body. Their chest was eminent in their choice of dress. "Even Crimson already met hers!" Forest told her excitedly.

I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom. Are we even friends? I think we are—or maybe she's just tolerating me because she has to tutor me. I don't know but I don't mind her—which is surprising because a lot of people annoy me. Bloom—she's just pure and wholesome and—I don't know. She just makes me want to keep her safe—or some ridiculous sappy shit like that. What does piss me off though—is that jackass Evan she's dating. How the hell does someone as kind and pure as Jasmine date a piece of shit like Evan.

"No, we--" "Whatever you wanna believe is fine with me. Byyyyeee." I weaved around them to find the bar and what I ended up finding was much worse. Amelia. Snapping a selfie on the dance floor with her minions behind her, wearing the mini dress Eden was going to buy for me at Blush. No, this bitch didn't! Hashtag: #iamadressstealer #icopiedsomeoneelselook #imaroyalpainincatsass

She didn't say anything, just studied my face with her critical hazel eyes. "You're pretty," she said after a minute. Frankly, I was quite tired of trying to hide my heated cheeks, so I let her see the color run to my face, my blood boiling to the surface. The thing I found odd was even though my blood was silver, I could still blush normally. I guess I should have been more grateful than skeptical. "You are too," I said back, honestly. She was. She had the Alpha's beauty in her, the way her olive skin was complemented by her dark hair and glittering eyes. She blushed too, bright pink against her skin.

“Close your eyes, your highness.” I did and some minutes later, I opened my eyes to see a disaster. My mouth dropped open. She put so much black eye shadow that it caked on my eyelids and it felt heavy. The lipstick was pure black and it looked like she put clear lipgloss on and caked it with black eyeshadow. The blending of foundation and concealer didn’t sit well. All in all, the makeup was a disaster. I smiled at her forcefully and asked her. “What inspired you? This is lovely!!!"

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.

The woman's eyes went round again, clearly taken aback by Amelia’s keen insight. Amelia smiled and leaned in slightly. "Whatever your role is, it doesn't matter now. We're friends now, right?" The woman nodded once more, her lips curving into a bashful but sincere smile. Amelia’s own smile lingered, but her gaze sharpened. She took in the woman's appearance with a more calculating eye…her porcelain skin, the faint bluish tint on her lips, the way a passing breeze stirred a delicate scent from her clothes.

I felt it rising in my chest, the rage, the specific kind that burns clean and cold at the same time. "I will scar you. I want to be very clear about that. I will mark your face in a way that no healer touches and no glamour covers, and you will not die from it because dying would be too fast. You will just have to look at it every morning for the rest of your life and remember why it's there." Amy's composure flickered. Just once. "I didn't come here for you anyway," she said, recovering. "I came to see Liam. Call him out."

Ryeleigh A loud voice coming from the screen quiets the room and asks us to stand. Amory Cruz in his ceremonial robe, looking regal and a true Alpha example of the perfect shifter. We are not raised thinking of the Amory like a god; however, in this situation, it feels as if he is. With equal parts fear and amazement, the crowd quiets to a soft purr.

she asked, looking at him suspicious. He flashed his breathtaking smile “Would I lie to you?” he asked with his husky voice, looking at her eyes before opening her hand and placing her cheque on it. She swallowed, accepting it back. Her heart started to race, he was too close to her. “I sense some sexual tension, do you two need a room?“ Blaze asked mischievously. “We are just friends, kissing friends but just friends” Amaya snapped at him. “Kissing friends, you say?” Blaze asked, amused.