Amity Blight Blush Novels & Stories

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 added. A blush rose to her cheeks but she quickly looked away. "Alright alright. You don't have to go through the stress of flirting with me. I won't appreciate it, you can save it for... You know, those other girls that are smitten when you flirt with them." She giggled. "But I just saw you blush." I pointed out, my voice low and teasing. "When you say something and I blush, it doesn't mean that I am smitten by you." "I know Amelia. I know my charms don't work on you. It intrigues me. I have not met any woman who is not smitten when I look at them. Even those whose hearts belong elsewhere."

“It’s trouble, but fun trouble. You’ll need it.” The second glass she slid to Talia. Same impossible blue, same lemon, but no bite when Talia picked it up and sniffed. “Blue Lagoon,” Rox explained. “No hangover, all the pretty. You’re welcome.” Talia rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. Rox kept the last one for herself. Taller than the rest, bluer than all of them, ice clinking like a warning. “And this…” she took a long pull, eyes never leaving mine, “is an AMF. Adios, Motherfucker; starting strong.”

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.

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.