Amity Blight Blushing Novels & Stories

Amelia shouted from inside. Nick smiled and left her room.. Amelia stand in front if the washroom mirror and touch her red cheeks.. "Why the hell I am blushing? I should be angry" Amelia asked herself.. "Because you love when he tease you" Her mind told her.. Amelia rolled her eyes and speaks up," Love? Hell the love. I just hate him. He is.. he is..Amelia tried to speaks the perfect word when her mind again speaks up.. "He is handsome, dashing, hot"

They were used to their usual quarrels, it wasn't surprising anymore. Amaury looked down to the table and saw frost covering where Leigh had slammed her fist and he couldn't help but pity Blayze. If ice was already emitting from Leigh's hands, then that only means that she was infuriated enough to actually kill him and he didn't blame her. Blayze was famous for being annoying although Leigh did have her own flaws.

When they pulled away, Ammy caught Liam leaning forward and talking passionately, waving his hands around, his face thunderous. ammy smiled, feeling warm from Liam's unexpected affection and sat heavily on the reading chair by the fireplace. The embers were cold and Ammy shivered, reaching back to draw the blanket sitting on the back over her. She pulled it tight around her shoulders and tucked her face into the scratchy fabric. The lightest smell of ginger and cinnamon reached her nose and it hit Ammy like a physical blow. She didn't fight the sob that burst from her mouth, loud in the silence of her room. She buried her face into the blanket, searching desperately for more ginger and clove

It was hard for Amelia to see clearly because of the rain. If not for the fact that their colours were opposite, she wouldn’t be able to see anything. “Arthur!” she yelled when she saw the black lycan dig his claws into the white lycan’s back. The white lycan turned and swerved his claws. Amelia’s breathing got heavy when she saw the blood on Arthur’s back. She closed her eyes and when she opened it, it was as white as snow. White thread began to emerge from nowhere and she sent them to the black lycan.

She blushes and looks down at her feet, wishing the ground would swallow her whole. Next thing she knows, Antonio was pulling her chin up to face him. “You have no reason to apologize.” Amy’s breath caught in her throat and her heart starts beating faster. “You have the most exquisite hazel eyes I have ever seen.” He stares at her the same intense way as this afternoon, “Like pools of honey...” Amy got lost in his gaze. Then she gets that static shock feeling again and pulls away, blushing and clearing her throat. “Ahem, thank you for the compliment, Mr. Russo...” Amy stammers.

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

Broken leaves and dusty webs were on his angry face and disheveled hair. “Not cool, Amy. Not cool at all!” He was still in a rage, scowling at Amelia furiously. Amelia was amused by him. Only after she caught Adam on her own did she find what Darren told her was true. There was nothing undefeatable in the world. Even scary as vampire originals, they were still … normal. “You are a little bit obsessed with cleanliness, aren’t you?” She smiled. “That's why you had never been in the forest. You are afraid of soiling your clothes and shoes.”

Amelia couldn’t hold back the smile that creeped up her lips as her cheek turned red. “Are you blushing?”Liam asked, chuckling slightly at her red face. “No I’m not,I just feel hot”She lied covering her cheeks. “Sure”Liam nods, not believing her. “Well your face is also red,”Amelia pointed out. “Well that's because I’m burning up,”Liam admits, placing her hand on his forehead. “Omg you are right!”Amelia gasps, feeling his forehead,he was burning up. “It’s nothing that serious”He assured her but she refused and pushed him towards the other side of the bed before leaving the room.

Her body trembles with fear and shame, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Doesn't feeling ashamed make your cheeks flush and your heart race? Are you masquerading as me to win over Blake once more? Did you have to take away his parents in such a brutal manner?" she asked, her fingers fumbling as she released the grip on her “Artemis” garment. I couldn't help but recall the image of her jittery figure as she hastily changed her attire. The substance is crimson red, indicating that it is blood. "I'm completely lost in understanding what you're saying—"

Polar opposites, yet both were just as frightening. Amara immediately realizes her mistake and begins to stammer, back peddling so fast she can't help but stumble over her own words. "W- well, it's just what everyone's been saying lately." She pairs her defense with another nervous laugh, shrugging in a poor attempt at brushing this all off. "Everyone thinks you've gone soft." "Soft?!" Blaze repeats, tone something alone the lines of incredulous. Soft? Really? "What is this? High school?"