Blush Blush Characters Novels & Stories

There are eight of them around the table: Valentina, Isabel, David, and five others from their programme whom Valentina remembers with varying degrees of affection. She sits beside a girl named Clàudia, whom she liked in her first life and then lost track of somewhere after graduation, the way you lose track of people when you stop making effort the primary currency of friendship. Clàudia is studying communications, has opinions about everything, and laughs with her whole face. She was, Valentina now understands, exactly the kind of friend she should have kept. "ROTC," Clàudia says, when the subject comes up. "Seriously? How early do you have to get up?"

He lets out a whooshing sound and doubles over, falling to the ground. “You deserved that,” I mutter as he groans in pain. Rush has his claws out ready to strike at Alice. “Touch her and I will make you bleed.” He looks at me wide-eyed, “I’m Alice.” she says, offering her hand with a grin. “Alice, are you trying to get yourself killed?” Blaze roars, charging at Rush. I throw up a shield to stop him from connecting. As much as I would love to see Blaze beat the shit out of Rush, I can’t do it.

Like Mom, there seemed to be a star in her eye because it also shone while looking at me. They all laughed at her comment. “I’m sorry Bea, there’s nothing left for Bliss.” “It’s alright. I missed her too!” She then hugged Bliss. It snorted. “You’re beautiful! Look at you sister! We look alike!” It jumps as it shows off the messy lipstick on its lips. Bliss is a playful, also smart but mischievous child. Bliss is a man, but her name sounds like a woman. A to is also handsome, white, with a pointed nose, long eyelashes, thin lips.

I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom. Are we even friends? I think we are—or maybe she's just tolerating me because she has to tutor me. I don't know but I don't mind her—which is surprising because a lot of people annoy me. Bloom—she's just pure and wholesome and—I don't know. She just makes me want to keep her safe—or some ridiculous sappy shit like that. What does piss me off though—is that jackass Evan she's dating. How the hell does someone as kind and pure as Jasmine date a piece of shit like Evan.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CARTER'S POV The church door opened as the music started. I looked at the entrance and was amazed by what I saw. Her makeup looked flawless and elegant accentuating her beauty. Her eyes are lined with black eyeliners and her long lashes kiss each other as she blinked them. Her lips are painted with soft pink gloss, adding a touch of feminity to her look. The subtle highlight in her cheekbones made her face glow under the rays of the sun.

she said and I blushed She knows I blush whenever she mentions him as my husband but still she does it. "aww someone is blushing. What's the need of Artificial blush Where I can make your cheeks blush naturally?" she said and laughed "let you find someone girl then you will see how your cheeks stay red permanently. Don't mess with me babe." I warn her and she show me her tongue like a child We both go to the venue and congratulate our batch mates. Oh did I mention that both are from the same college but different majors? I didn't think.

Left alone on a bench, Rose contemplates Saisha's words, pondering her costume choice for the evening. Suddenly, Rose's attention is drawn to the vibration of her phone, indicating a new message. Eagerly grabbing her phone, she reads the text that instructs her to wear black, emphasizing the need for her to be a witch rather than a fairy. Anger courses through her veins as she frowns, feeling manipulated and deceived. She lifts her eyes, scanning the surroundings until her gaze falls upon Blaze, who is also engrossed in texting someone on his phone.

she replied fluffing her hair. I hummed while nodding, “I’ll…I’ll just change.” --------------------------------------- hey guys! hope your eenjoying the story! if you like it please leave a review! i love you guys!

But stood silently with a forced smile as she ought to. Tearing her eyes from the stranger that seemed to serve no purpose other than to remind her of all she couldn’t have, she extended a hand to the next approaching suitor. “This is my daughter, Blue.” She needn’t the abrasion of her mother’s harsh American accent to stiffen her posture. As the sequins of her amber camisole gouged at the inside of her elbow and the taut waistband of her jeans forced her to suck in her stomach, Blue could imagine she looked like as much of a plastic doll as she felt.

"They're Clive Travis, and Blaise Kelsey. Fire and healing elements, respectively." The guy named Clive stepped forward and held up a hand to her. "Nice to meet you," he enthusiastically said with a mega-watt smile. He has curly brown hair that looks like a bird's nest and bright brown eyes. Clive was the tallest among the men. He looked like a giant baby. Chloe accepted his huge hand firmly. "Nice to meet you, too." Blaise flashed his all-white teeth in a cute grin. He's just the same height as Lucian but he looked older than all of them. With emerald green eyes and auburn hair, he looked like an autumn season that will warm the whole group.