Blush Blush Markiplier Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sitting next to Mable, Blair gleefully watched the woman apply blush to her cheeks. He lifted the lipstick from the vanity set and deftly unscrewed the cap. “I’ll apply the lipstick for you, Mabes.” Mable was amused. “Do you know how to apply lipstick, darling?” “I know from observing you put on lipstick every day.” Mable put down the brush and turned to Blair. “Alright.” She opened her lips, waiting for him to do the job. Blair picked Mable’s favorite lipstick, a graceful pinkish red that complemented her skin tone perfectly, deviating from the conventional red hue.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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.

he added with a slight smile directed at the camera. Lily felt her heart warm up as a blush crept up her cheeks at the intensity in his eyes. Without a doubt, she could tell the comment was directed at her, making her feel waves of flowers blooming in her stomach. {It would appear someone is blushing} the system teased, snapping Lily back to reality as she glared at the TV before shutting it off with a huff. "You are seeing wrong, you dimwit!" She argued defensively only for her blush to darken even further as Mark's smiling face flashed through her mind.

If looks could clean the mark, the mark would be cleaned by the looks he gave her. "Am sorry master Aiden. I was so occupied with the task of finding you healer so I forgot" Sharriah said, staring at him, but not looking at him straight In the eye. "Is there any other thing I need to know about you" Aiden asked, he wouldn't be happu if his mate kept keeping secrets from him. "Yes master Aiden, I was given a flute by the Gashadokuros" Sharriah said, watching as her master's eyes changed to fury, why was be mad. A mark can easily be removed, or would it. And what has the Gashadokuros had to do with the mark.

I bite down until I taste blood, and by the time I’ve escaped the flashback, I’m wearing nothing but my underwear. “I don’t see anything.” Madison gripes, clearly disappointed. Nerissa shakes her head gleefully. “She covers it with makeup– but feel.” Three sets of fingers run over my brand. Nerissa is right. Covering the mark with foundation might hide it from view, but it can’t disguise the indentation carved into my skin. “Oh my gods, it’s true.” Madison exclaims.

“What marks?” Blaze stepped behind a little to take off his shirt before turning his back towards Lilith. She gasped upon seeing the faint marks. “I did this?” She queried, sounding shocked. “No, someone else did it.” Blaze quipped sarcastically as he turned to look at her. “I did this last night." She repeated. "How did you not feel it?” She raised an inquiring eyebrow at him. “Looks who’s talking! You didn’t even realize it. How would I feel it?” He replied with another question.

It was in the shape of a crown, because he was royalty. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I had no idea. I thought it was just a birth mark. Alicia and I always played around about me being a princess in a past life." Blaire covered her face with her palms, and began to cry. I brought her to my chest, resting my palms against her back, I breathed in her scent. I didn't care about his mark, because it wouldn't matter when he was dead. When Blaire calmed down, we walked back into the living room to see Marcus pacing, while Hex still sat in his rocking chair, rocking back and forth, nonchalantly.

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

I haven’t even signed the marriage contract yet! “Are we already husbands and wife? NO! I haven’t signed anything yet! And even if I do, I can still hug people! Don’t tell me that it will ruin your image just because of a hug? People will know that it’s a friendly one by the way we hug!And in fact, people don’t even know your image. You don’t have one in any social media!” I saw a hint of shock in his eyes. His intense gaze also soften. He looked away, probably amazed of what I just said. He can’t look at me straight now.Why is he so angry? And if I am not mistaken, did he just blush or something?