Amity Blight Blushing Novels & Stories

We weren't here to enjoy all of those things, but it didn't hurt to unwind every once in a while. "Here! I'm starving!" Amethyst announced from the door, stretching her arms out above her head. A brief flash of Amelia's body above mine sent blood down to my cunt. Shaking off, I smiled at Amethyst. Her name came from her eye colour. A beautiful deep purple. She had Alexandrian disease. A gem amongst the wolves. With pale white skin and light blonde hair, the girl could have been a model. Although her petite frame would have hindered her somewhat. Twila, Fable, Reverie and Claire followed close behind her. They were all coated in a light sheen of sweat. Red blotches ran up the sides of Reverie

Above, the blue sky is hidden by plumes of smoke. Coughing, I begin to search until my eyes come to rest on Amya, who is slowly standing up and brushing dirt off her bare skin. "These ass holes have done a number," she growled, taking in the wall of creatures that stood a few feet away. "But they’ve fucked with the wrong one." Letting out a snarl, she surged forward, ready to attack. "You aren’t having all the fun without me!" Remembering that I could have anything I wanted here, I manifested five daggers. that sat between my knuckles.

Damn, Amy. “Hi," she greeted. The cheerfulness she had the other day was gone. My head felt heavy as I studied her. Her pale skin was littered with bruises, and her beautiful blonde hair was disheveled. Her lips looked busted, like she had been attacked. I became angered by the thought of someone hurting her. Despite my strong dislike for her and her cheerfulness, I found myself feeling concerned, wondering what was wrong, who had done that to her. Who had given her those bruises. Her beautiful blue eyes were bloodshot as she stared at me. She looked like she had been crying.

came Amelia's reply and Shirley nodded, feeling uncomfortable as Amelia had kept her eyes locked on her all along. "Forgive me for staring, it is just, you are beautiful," Amelia complimented and Shirley blushed. The girl before her was beautiful too but she didn't compliment her back, she just muttered a simple, "thanks" and then suddenly gritted her teeth as she felt a rush of something she couldn't quite explain rush through her. Amelia jerked up, looking out the window to see that the moon would be out any time soon. Shirley was already being affected by the soon rising of the full moon.

The mate bond was stronger than anything and to get together with someone, even the one you could really love, it was just messy. Amelia had never liked messes or complications, and the irony was... now her life was full of messy complications. 'Blaine is not ours. Adrian is ours. Orion is ours!' Freya yelled loudly and Amelia shook her head. 'Stop screaming like a banshee, you little pest! Adrian is not ours.' ___

So is the wine glass on the nightstand, half-full and left there because no one is going to complain about it. She is forty-five years old, and she is not unhappy. That is, she realizes, a catastrophic thing to be. The heart attack is fast, which she will later understand as mercy. There is no dramatic final thought, no parade of faces. There is only the crack in the ceiling and then the particular absence of everything — and then, with no transition she can account for, there is light. Fluorescent. Institutional. The kind that hums. "Serra." She blinks.

“Even if it’s messy.” I didn’t answer, all I could think about was a canvas. Dark blues. Muted reds. A girl curled into herself like she was trying not to exist too loudly. All messy but true. I exhaled slowly, eyes fixed ahead as the lecture hall doors came into view. “…We’re going to be late,” I said.

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.

Ami took a step back as the shadow grinned, revealing rows upon rows of sharp, crooked teeth. Ami stared in horror as the shadow raised its right arm, it's claws shining in what little sunlight there was, and in a blink of an eye it brought it down striking Ami and sending her crashing into a thicket of bushes. Ami breathed shakily as she got up from where the bushes, feeling the burn of the claw marks that now marked her skin. She had but a few precious moments before the shadow screeched, sending shivers down Ami's spine. Ami spent little time standing around and bolted from the soft know the hunt had began and that she was the prey.

My mother held Jenny close and screamed, “Do you know how much Jenny’s suffered all these years because of you?! She’s finally gotten her chance to start a new and hopeful life! Why are you so determined to ruin it for her?!” ‘Starting a new and hopeful life? What about me? Do I have to live as a murderer for the rest of my life instead?’ I asked myself. My parents looked unsure when they met my incredulous gaze, and Jared’s eyes grew red. “Let’s get married after this, Charlie.” Jenny glared at me resentfully, then closed her eyes and ‘fainted’ in my mother’s arms. “Jenny!” Jared whipped his head backward. Hesitation and conflict swirled behind his eyes at the sight of Jenny fainting.