Amity Blight Blushing Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

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

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

in pain, her body slowly sliding down the drawer. Anger spiked in all directions, so Adam Kenneth did not notice Kaytly Blanche unusually, he grabbed hold of her sliding body, pointing at the mirror in front of the counter, huffing angrily. "Kaytly Blanche, you see for yourself, what is this? I really can't see, you are so cowardly? You dare to blatantly bring back evidence of eroticism, and pretend to be pure with me?" Adam Kenneth was indignant, his eyes were full of contempt. The cold sweat on Kaytly Blanche's forehead was thick, instantly drenching the hair on her forehead. She couldn't even feel the pain, she couldn't see anything according to Adam Kenneth's words, but when she heard A

Blaise's hands rested not possessively but, on her shoulders— a silent but forceful attempt to push her away. Another picture drew my attention. Amanda, scantily clad, positioned atop Blaise in a compromising embrace. But as I magnified the image, details emerged from the blur. Despite the blurry image upon zooming, I detected Blaise's eyes were shut, his hand limply draped over her. Amanda, the embodiment of treachery, seemed willing to stoop to any depth to assert her evilness.

In the end, Colin was always like this. "I get it," I replied. She smiled, "So, you don't have to step in. From what I've learned, those people aren't good. They need a lesson." Just then, Lucien arrived, and Lauren excused herself. "Get better, kid. I'm looking forward to your wedding." I blushed, touching my ear. After what happened yesterday, my heart would race at the sight of Lucien. He touched my forehead. "You're burning a little. Feeling unwell?"

The dining room was empty but immaculate, silverware gleaming even in shadow no Amy. Ellie paused at the door to Amy’s bedroom lilac curtains drawn, perfume lingering in the air but saw nothing to suggest life here, either. She entered the study finally the only room that would shelter Amy’s temper and triumph there she found her, but she nearly stumbled back. Amy was at the desk, reaching for a ledger on the upper shelf. She wore a white blouse, buttoned nearly to the throat, her hair pinned back in a loose Marcel wave but the blouse was soaked on one side—blood staining the left ribs. A bruise marked her cheekbone, her hands were streaked with ink and red, as though she’d both scrawled thr

Dane grinned, making sure I flinched uncomfortably. “Can we not talk about my relationship right now?” Dane chuckled as he picked up the image. “Alright, Ryden. Just apologize and make a grand gesture.” “Oh, Goddess.” Amelia picked up the worst and most graphic image. A white male body in his late twenties with a charred chest, hallowed eyes, mouth wide open, and cauterized claw marks on the lower abdomen. “You’ve seen this way of killing before?” “No, but can’t you see it?” She pointed at me, and I was still clueless.

I had to watch Adam take my shine, and this isn't the first time he's doing it. I could remember when we were still in college and some group of girls began to bully me because I was in a relationship with the captain of the basketball team. Adam can be such an asshole even without realising it and he is.. " Hey! I need your help". I was seated all by myself on the bench outside the orphange home when he approached me.