Blush Blush Markiplier Novels & Stories

His parents were attentive and understanding and all, but he craved something more. He put a plan in place, hoping to lure Edwardo here sooner rather than later. It didn't match the season, but yesterday, he did a quick photoshoot with a very blatant lemon and raspberry theme and posted the pictures to Instagram this morning, working in the omega symbol to support the movement. He'd painted his nails, but used a wig instead of his natural hair. It was way past time to get it re-dyed, but going without his best friend seemed wrong somehow. He had it presentably styled now, sure, but it was faded and his roots were showing. With everything going on, the thought had even crossed his mind once o

A scout from a neighboring pack, one thought long scattered in the war. In his hand was a sigil drawn in dirt and blood. Not of the Broker, not of Striker. A new mark, unfamiliar but pointed directly at us. Mia stepped forward, knelt beside him, and read the final breath he whispered into her ear. Her face changed not in fear but in recognition. Something she thought buried had just clawed its way out of the grave. “We’re not done,” she said, rising to her feet. “And this time, it isn’t about me.”

The thought of her adoring my beauty made me even more thrilled for the experience ahead. Bliss sat beside me, her big eyes wide with anticipation, as I carefully selected the perfect shades of eyeshadow and blush. Her admiration was palpable, and it filled me with a sense of pride. I knew that in her eyes, I was the epitome of grace and elegance, and that realization made me feel like a queen. As I began applying the makeup, Bliss watched my every move with rapt attention. Her gaze followed my hand as I expertly blended colors and added subtle touches to enhance my features. With every brushstroke, I could see her admiration growing, her smile widening, and it fueled my own confidence.

What if someone saw you, we have cameras and security all over this house…. "I miss you, my love," Marko replied, holding her head, squishing her face, and planting… Brindle recoiled, expressing her displeasure. "Ewww, how dare you do that?" she exclaimed, quickly wiping her lips. "Don't you ever dare do that again, Marko?"

My scalp split open, and blood poured out. My vision blurred. It took a long moment before I could make out what was in front of me. Noelle stepped into view, a smug smile curling her lips. "Serves you right. That's what you get for not giving me cake." The crash downstairs finally caught Marcus's attention. He took in the mess on the floor, then his gaze landed on me, covered in blood. "Zoey, what are you doing now?" My head throbbed so badly that I could barely think. Before I could even get up, Noelle burst into tears and threw herself into Marcus's arms.

It all happens so fast after that. "Say no more," Troy interrupts before she can finish her sentence. "Done and done, Sis," he whips out a black marker from his pocket before quickly signing his autograph onto her forehead. He grins in pride while she stands frozen in shock. "You're welcome, Sis," he bows before her. I hope, for her sake, that that wasn't a permanent marker...

Her body subconsciously fighting against her restraints. Without any words, he rubbed the blade on her nipples, drawing the sharp edge from one end to another, enough to sting but not bleed. The cold blade stung slowly as he pressed hard on her nipple. She struggled to scream, but more pain. Tears rolling down her eyes. She could feel her heart fail but somehow it persisted. The blade stung more, he pressed deeper as the blood dripped down her torn nipple. A little further, it came off into the bow of blood. Turned to the other.

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

All of those fears had evaporated, but I was still consumed with doubt of another kind. I closed my eyes as one of the makeup artists applied mascara to my lashes. “Good god, no!” Flora exclaimed. “Were you not briefed today?” The artist frowned. “Yes. We’re going with clean looks.” Flora’s brow rose above her sixties-style round glasses. “What about black mascara on a blonde says ‘clean’ to you? It says ‘slutty club girl’ to me. She already has a slutty vibe. We don’t need to exaggerate it.”

I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment. More unanswered questions flooded my mind. If Mom was still around, she could find him. They were the mates, destined by the moon goddess, they can find each other by mindlink. But now, I can no longer get her help. I let myself bask in the memories until Jeff got out of the car and opened the door for me. "Nat!" Aunt Braelyn ran up to me and gave me a big hug, "Sweetie, how are you, I'm so happy to see you, I miss you so much!"