Amity Blight Blush Novels & Stories

Amy welcomed me with a glare when I went back to our table. What is this? I didn't think Karma would hit her in the face so soon. I snorted. "Are you aware how long you were gone? I was freaking worried something bad happened but I was tied to my seat because I feared someone would spike our drinks. I tried calling you but it said you're busy. You,"... She stopped midway. "You are glowing. It's as if you just have an orgasm," she commented. Of course, she could tell in an instant. Amy has a hidden talent for recognizing a face after a satisfying orgasm. When she saw me flushing at her words, her mouth hung open.

Her black suit looked like couture straight from hell, and her face was calm, like she’d just finished torching all of Mars with a single smile. Across the table, Zane looked completely at ease, one hand twirling a Montblanc pen, the other resting under his chin like he wasn’t about to go through a legal dissection of his marriage. Like this was just brunch with oil execs. And Amelia? She was dressed in a white Balmain blazer and shoes that probably cost more than my assistant’s annual salary. But her eyes....those eyes had exploded three times before we even opened our mouths. I could tell from the way she was leaning slightly, like trying to hold up the remains of her ego.

Amelia’s signature perfume the dense trace of amber and vanilla. Amelia stood on the threshold, her identical face flushed a deep, unnatural crimson from the biting wind, her shoulders trembling beneath the fabric of Ava's stolen white cashmere cardigan. The fragile, heartbroken victim persona that she had spent weeks meticulously performing for Michael was completely dead. Her dark eyes were wide, bloodshot, and glittering with a raw, volatile envy that she could no longer contain behind her engineered smiles. Her fingers were clutched tightly around the strap of her leather handbag, her knuckles turning a stark, bloodless white as she glared into the dim interior of the concrete room.

She asked, picking up the salt and pepper shakers to clean underneath before setting them back in place. "Is it that obvious?" Cilyna half laughed, fixing her coffee just right. "Your makeup is smudged a little." Beatrice replied, handing over a napkin for her to blot under her emerald greens smiling her thanks. "Yeah, it's going to be strange without them running through my office playing tag all day. Maybe I'll be able to get some work done though." They exchanged smiles as she took a swig of her coffee with a contented sigh as she swallowed the rich caffeine.

Amelia informed, dropping the call. She smiled softly and dashed into the bathroom. ********* Open your eyes,” Megan urged, and Amelia opened her eyes slowly to meet the reflection in the mirror. “Oh my, Megan, look at me!” she exclaimed, staring at the light makeup that transformed her into the better version of her actual self. Her pale skin was now pink with just the right amount of blush. Her dark hair in a loose twist sat on top of her head, with some silver glittering in it, making her look almost angelic when the light shone through.

"I'm going to check out that beauty club. There's a restaurant next door. You and Carl go ahead and order. I'll join you soon." Carl nodded gently. "Alright, no rush. We'll wait for you." After getting out of the car, Amelia walked straight toward the beauty club. Several pots of blooming white flowers were arranged at the entrance, their faint fragrance drifting in the air. In the window was a handwritten poster: "Exclusive formula, reverse time, restore your youthful appearance." Amelia's gaze was calm. As she reached the door and was about to push it open, someone came out. "Hello, do you have an appointment?"

Both caramel skinned ladies had always been beautiful and confident in their looks but tonight, they looked exceptional and at the thought of their warm greeting, she could feel her previous anxiety slowly dissipate into thin air. Amari Shadley, a 24 year old black woman with hazel eyes and long ombre hair ranging from the dark brown to really light brown colour as it cascaded down her shoulders stopping at the middle of her back. Her caramel skin was on show with her yellow off–the–shoulder top which revealed her glistening collarbones and a bit of her cleavage — much to her boyfriend's chagrin — tucked into her high waisted ripped blue washed jeans, cobra–skinned heeled boots and a white G

We were sitting at the kitchen island, the remains of breakfast pushed aside for a mountain of paint chips and furniture catalogs. "They look exactly the same," I pointed out, tapping the two pink squares. "They are fundamentally different," Aria corrected, biting her lip in concentration. "Blush has cool undertones. Petal is warm. The lighting in the guest room—I mean, the nursery—is eastern facing, so we need..." She trailed off, her brow furrowing.

Stuart gaze at where his friend point at. "That's pretty far for you to see her eyes color so it all accounts to your imagination"Jason roll his eyes. " Her eyes were bright,it looks Peaceful" Jason shrugged it off" Her lips were pale... unimaginably pale" "Color? lipstick?" "There is but I don't know ladies lipstick color name"Stuart mouthed 'guess' " Oh,I think pale wine or maroon,now let's sketch the other girl"Jason rub his palm energetically, Stuart open his mouth to talk but his friend glare made him mute.

Amy pulls off an edgy-elegant look well. “She’s almost ready, Emmy. Just a couple final touches,” Saph says as she fixes my eye shadow. True to her Bohemian style, Saph is in a full-length blue, floral, chiffon dress. She paired it with simple strappy sandals. Effortless, yet gorgeous.