Amity Blight Blush Novels & Stories

Amara blushed. Her cheeks and the rims of her ears were painted in the deepest shade of red. Just like the soft hue of a rose in full bloom, like a delicate sunset. Rhys fought for his self-control, which was slowly slipping through his fingers. How could someone look so innocent yet temptingly stunning at the same time? The way she looked at him through her lowered eyes, the way her skin tingled underneath his touch. Rhys could die thousands of deaths just to feel her.

Amy apologized, flexing her muscles and pumping her biceps in front of Azariah. When Amy finished clowning, she turned to see a genuine smile on Azariah's face, her heart skipped a beat at the intensity of the stare, she felt a blush warming up her face. She doesn't think any man had stared at her with that much intensity, hoping he didn't see her blush. "What got your eye stuck?" Amy asked, turning away, looking anywhere but him to take away the amount of pressure he was putting her under. "Some pretty American girl with one of the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen," His smile reached his eyes, Amy saw it clearly and it cared for her immensely.

I could hear Amy squealing in delight, probably because she saw the both of us. "This is such a nice place, look at the red and white booths! It looks so vintage with the counter where people who don't have a group sit alone and everything! Look at those spiked lights hanging over the tables! This is definitely my favourite place," Amelia beamed brightly as she steered me to where her family was sitting. We were greeted by cheers and 'hello's', Amelia's parents only greeted us stiffly, their auras showing orange, meaning tense as we both sat down across from them. Irene's colours wavered from yellow to orange but stuck to yellow as she asked her parents questions. "Hi Alpha Grayson!" Amy bea

I said looking back at the love birds. After I finished showering, I wore a new white top with tin strips, gray pants, and an oversized gray jacket. When I got out of the bathroom I looked if Amber was there or not, it looked like she was texting someone her smile was so big, and she was also blushing that human being never blushes, I swear! "Oh God, my best friend has the 'blush whenever Mr. Boyfriend texts / the most cliché thing ever' virus," I said acting shocked and teasingly

Blushing every now and then. "Soo…" Amy smiled as she turned to her roommate, her face still red from blushing. "I saw you talking to a certain someone, and I swear you could compete with a tomato and win from the way you were turning red. What was he saying that got you like that?" Mary laughed, waving her friend off. "Nothing; he was just asking about me, and apparently he also came to give me an early birthday gift." She raised the little white bag, wriggling it around.

started Granny, gently putting Marjorie back to bed, “the scar on your stomach was no more than a Gourche.” ‘Right.’ Blame massaged her temple. ‘I already know that, though.’ “No, I don’t think so.” They looked at Kleint as though he’d gone mad, contradicting and all, but it was nothing to the way Blame felt conscious once the purple glint of his eyes scrutinized her. At first, it was just the simple tint, but then three single quotes circled the purple of his irises, a round line moving circularly. Blame found it hard to look away, especially when his eyes were tainted with magenta, though the hint of royal purple was ever-apparent.

And that girl, I think they must've met back somewhere in the aisle and kissed . 'Amita, how do you know that? Amita, you're funny.' Blondy chuckled. 'I'm dead serious. The guy had a few strands of red hair on his shirt collar and then she comes back here looking all flushed, eyes softer and lips swollen.' 'Amita! I didn't know you'd taken up psychology,' Blondy said. Amita rolled her eyes and popped the gum in her mouth.

Our body is not accustomed to their presence. They are slowly descending and my eyes are locked on the female blondie. She stopped a few feet from the ground. I now have a better look at her. Her eyes are the color of Amaranthine, it has an identical shade to Erenea's eyes. Her hair is ghostly blonde. She's extremely beautiful. Her white creamy skin is like a delicacy and spotless. The air around her is different from any of us. The woman smiled when her eyes fell on Elijah. Her eyes sparkled and her lips slowly curved into a sweet smile.

But she wasn't in a position to ask Alpha about that. "Treat her. Bring her back in senses as fast as possible. She has a lot to see and undergo." Leonard spoke noticing Amber's hesitation at the beginning. Amber pulled a chair near the bed and sat close to the girl. She didn't know the name of the girl but for once she felt pity for her. Taking her wrist in her she checked her pulse thoroughly. Once she removed the blanket her eyes snapped widened with horror. Not a single inch of her pale white skin was visible mark-free. Every single inch was covered with fresh scars and bruises.

“Exactly that.” The next evening, Dante looked every inch the powerful alpha as he stepped out in a perfectly tailored dark navy suit, his presence commanding attention the moment he walked into any room. Scarlet chose a flowing sapphire-blue gown that was fitted at the bodice and loose at the belly, her baby bump elegantly framed. She paired it with comfortable nude platform heels and kept her hair half-pinned, soft curls cascading around her shoulders. Amy wore a matching dress in a lighter shade of blue with a tiny silver bow at her waist, her red curls tied in a high ponytail. Together, the three of them looked like a picture-perfect family.