Amity Blight Blush Novels & Stories

He’s fully absorbed, unconscious, beautiful in his focus. My heart does that annoying flutter thing. I turn down snappily. Hope he hasn't seen me. “ Sarah? ” Sh*t. I turn. Plaster on a smile. “ Amon. Hi ” He weaves through the crowd toward me, tablet still in hand, genuine happiness on his face. Not angry I ran. Just happy to see me. It terrifies me. “ How’s the blouse? ” “ Presently soaking in a stained way and remorse. ” He laughs. “ I’ve been feeling shamefaced all autumn. ”

Ami took a step back as the shadow grinned, revealing rows upon rows of sharp, crooked teeth. Ami stared in horror as the shadow raised its right arm, it's claws shining in what little sunlight there was, and in a blink of an eye it brought it down striking Ami and sending her crashing into a thicket of bushes. Ami breathed shakily as she got up from where the bushes, feeling the burn of the claw marks that now marked her skin. She had but a few precious moments before the shadow screeched, sending shivers down Ami's spine. Ami spent little time standing around and bolted from the soft know the hunt had began and that she was the prey.

My new custom Amani suit was waiting. Clean, sharp lines. I got dressed slowly, knowing she'd be doing the same. I could picture her bare shoulders, soft lips, eyes watching herself in the mirror. The dress l'd laid out on her vanity was deep maroon, a shade I knew would melt against her skin. Silk. Backless. Altered neck. The kind of plunging neckline that flirted with scandal, her breasts just barely covered, in the most sinful, deliberate way. Flirty, but dangerous. Designed to make a man stare.

I smile because up until now; I have hated that it is taking so long to get rid of the black dye Beta Angus made me put in so that I wouldn't be recognised. However, she has made it look good. She then steps back and holds up a dress. As I step into it and she pulls it up, I marvel at its simple beauty. It is a beautiful shade of teal. It has a short skirt at the front and is long at the back. It had a heart neckline that was lined with a lace flower pattern following the edge. Amity did up the zip on the back, and I was surprised at how well it fit. It was tight, but only tight enough to keep it where it was meant to be. I never got the hang of wearing heels, so I always wore flats, and ton

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CARTER'S POV The church door opened as the music started. I looked at the entrance and was amazed by what I saw. Her makeup looked flawless and elegant accentuating her beauty. Her eyes are lined with black eyeliners and her long lashes kiss each other as she blinked them. Her lips are painted with soft pink gloss, adding a touch of feminity to her look. The subtle highlight in her cheekbones made her face glow under the rays of the sun.

She thanked them and the girls nodded. "Let's go neonata, we are already late." Blaze grabbed his mate hand and tugged it out of the room, Mia noticed that he wore his perfect, black suit making him looking like a business man, no wait, a sexy handsome models. His fitted black pants, his white shirt who the first two button is opened showing off his collarbones. "Are you done staring at me, mate?" He said in front of her, without glancing her. "How did you about that know? You are behind me." She hit his muscles of his strong back.

He put her down, glancing at the ladies who were too concerned about the girl, felt his job was done, and left the ruckus. “No, I guess,” Amy sniggered, taking a lipstick from her makeup pouch. The soft pink color complimented her fair skin as well as her round face with the curly fringes on her forehead. She especially curled them to look pretty than usual. Her face glowed up at the thought of the reason she was dolling up.

"I tried to come to you in the halls to offer a truce, and you... you slapped me!" She turned her face, showing a faint, red smudge on her cheek. I leaned in close, my eyes scanning the "injury" with clinical coldness. "Nice try, Amelie," I whispered, loud enough for the surrounding tables to lean in. "But if you’re going to use makeup to pretend you were hit, at least do it right. The blending is amateur, and you used a warm-toned blush for a bruise that should be purpling." Her face went pale, the "smudge" suddenly looking like the cheap lie it was. Maxwell stepped forward, his face hardening, desperate to save her crumbling act. "Aella, enough. You’ve changed, but this? Apologize to her.

“Why can’t you just call me Amy or Rose like everyone else does?” “Amber Rose is a perfectly elegant name,” I told her. “I find it more suitable for you. Now, tell me, can you get me one of your red lipsticks from the deluxe edition?” “Can you get me one of your red lipsticks from the deluxe edition?” Amber Rose repeated my words in a mocking baby voice. “Do you think the red deluxe line has only one shade? My company has over one hundred shades of red and twelve in the deluxe line. I’ll have to select a proper colour based on the skin tone you just described.”

It was a beautiful shield. “Sit down, Ama. Final touches,” Ember commanded, pointing a finger at the vanity stool. I sat down obediently, my hands clenching into the fabric of the satin robe she had draped over my shoulders. Ember leaned in close, her movements turning light and precise as she picked up a blending brush to apply a final touch of light makeup to my face. She brushed a soft, rose-tinted blush across my hollow cheekbones. “Your skin looks quite pale today..” My heart leaped. “We need to go shopping to get you some quality skincare tomorrow.” She completed.