Amity Blight Blushing Novels & Stories

Red. Is the idiot....... blushing?

she asked, looking at him suspicious. He flashed his breathtaking smile “Would I lie to you?” he asked with his husky voice, looking at her eyes before opening her hand and placing her cheque on it. She swallowed, accepting it back. Her heart started to race, he was too close to her. “I sense some sexual tension, do you two need a room?“ Blaze asked mischievously. “We are just friends, kissing friends but just friends” Amaya snapped at him. “Kissing friends, you say?” Blaze asked, amused.

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.

Even though my fist became bloody, I didn't stop and when I felt satisfied, I turned off the shower. I went to the shelf at the far end on my left and took out the first aid kits there. I took out the spirit and cleaned the blood then wrapped it up with a bandage. I kept the kits back and left the bathroom. I sat down on my bed and just felt furious all over again. 2 YEARS AGO Daisy and I had the best relationship ever. We met each other at a party I attended with my friend. She was also there with her friends. She looked very beautiful and glowed under the lights of the club

With every twirl, the gown swirled around her, the fabric billowing like a soft cloud, creating an ethereal aura around her. The color, a rich and intense shade of burgundy, complemented Amelia's fair complexion, bringing out the warmth in her hazel eyes and enhancing the natural flush of her cheeks. The contrast between her radiant skin and the deep hue of the gown was a sight to behold, a captivating interplay of light and dark that drew attention wherever she went. Feeling the weight of the upcoming night, Amelia mind-linked Marcy, her best friend, and confidante, instructing her to meet in the Alpha Suite. Their connection hummed to life, the mental bond a lifeline in a world that seemed

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.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

She patted me gently and walked to the other rooms on the far left. I nodded, still feeling uneasy about the tension between Annie and Brian. But I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, especially since Annie had shown me so much kindness. I opened the door to my new room, hesitating at the threshold. It was spacious, filled with antique furniture and draped with heavy curtains. A large, four-poster bed sat in the centre, its covers turned down invitingly. I wandered over to the window, pulling back the curtains to reveal a stunning view of the village below, its lights twinkling beautifully.

When he made a mistake, he would also blame it on others. Some nasty mother-in-laws are like that, the things they say and do are just enough to make you sick, but not enough to hurt. The big guy in front of me is exactly that kind of person, with absolutely no manners to speak of. But that's not the most important thing, the key is the black and red energy surging out of his body. The moment Amelia saw those black fumes, she heard lots of nonexistent cries for help. There was a soft little girl lying on the grass, tears filling her empty eyes.

, Amy's words fueled Olivia's anger even more. "You", she is about to slap Amy. Amy stopped her hand and smirked at her. "I dare you to do that Olivia", I roared. She looked totally scared by my tone. It's the first time I used that tone. "And by the way Olivia the blush makeup you used on your cheeks is that new? I would love to know the brand. It's so bright red like someone slapped on your both cheeks for ten times on each cheeks", Amy spoke looking at her palm.