Blush Defiance Novels & Stories

"I'm not flustered." "Oh yeah?" I smirked. She whimpered against me. "You can't do that either," I added quietly against her ear. "Do what?" She whispered. "Blush when I touch you." "I'm not blushing." She denied. "Prove it." I slowly pulled her body in even more, and she let it happen. "Let's just get this over with." She demands. For a second there, I have no clue what she means. Her breathing quickens as she raises her arms and wraps them around my neck. She leans into me with a quiet defiance, till our lips are barely an inch apart.

And still, she held her head high. Grayson grabbed her chin, forcing her face toward the crowd, and Kael saw the full extent of the damage for the first time. A fading bruise purpled her left cheekbone. Her bottom lip was split, the wound fresh. But it was her expression that stopped his heart. *Defiance.* Pure, undiluted, suicidal defiance. She wasn't broken, he realized with a shock that went through him like lightning. They'd tried—gods knew they'd tried—but whatever made her *her* was still intact, still burning behind those storm-grey eyes.

All the beauty of this man she was lost in suddenly disappeared. Maxim blinked in surprise, she didn't seem to be in shock, she was rather ready to attack him any moment. He chuckled nervously and spoke. "No miss, you misunderstood I just thought that man holding a knife to your neck might have come to you a shock so—" But Mila cut him off and with a scoff, "first of all my name is Mila. And second of all no I was not shocked. Two more seconds and I would have pocked his eyes socket by my hairpin alone." She spoke with a slight attitude making him chuckle. She was feisty.

Before she tosses Gios’ lifeless body to the ground, she spits in his face. “Aspettami tra le fiamme dell’inferno, cosi possiamo continuare questa danza con il diavolo in persona! [Wait for me in the flames of hell, so we can continue this dance with the devil himself.]” She growls, which makes me chuckle with approval. As she wipes her crimson-contaminated blade across Gios, shirt, I extend my hand out to her and patiently wait for her to take it, then help her to her feet.

I let go, let the bond slip through my fingers, wade back out of the strange, dark place until Cadoc is a stern, menacing male again with cold, blank eyes. I gnaw my lower lip. “I can’t help blushing, you know. It’s not a disease or anything.” The crease appears between his eyebrows. “If you were wondering—it’s fine. Just a blush.” I poke a spot under my clavicle to show him how my skin blanches white. When my arm moves, I flash the very top of my left nipple. He licks his lips, and then he shakes himself, finally dropping his hands from my elbows.

I'm experiencing indescribable pain, my body aching, my soul crying out at the injustice of it all. I keep my head bowed and my eyes closed tightly, listening to the echoes of his clothes being adjusted and his belt being secured. Not even in my worst nightmares could I have imagined that he would assault me in this way. He crouches down beside me and runs his hands through my hair. The contrast between his tender touch and the brutality of what he just did makes me want to stab him to death. This is classic Blaze, the ability to switch between violence and affection in a heartbeat, keeping his victims constantly off-balance.

I asked, my voice lowering seductively as I moved closer. Her cheeks turned a bright red when she saw me drawing near. I cocked my head. "You're blushing, Wildflower." "Stop calling me Wildflower," She muttered in indignation, folding her arms. My smirk widened. "Why are you stepping back?" Her blush deepened. "You're unpredictable and stubborn as hell," I continued, my gaze not leaving hers. "Wildflowers don't follow rules. They grow where they damn well please... just like you." I inched closer. "You're my Wildflower."

“Because the picture in my head? I don’t like it.” The wards thrummed louder, silver leaking across every surface. “Answer us,” Callum repeated, soft but deadly. Her chin lifted—stubborn, trembling defiance. “He’s… no one.” The lie hit the air like poison. The runes flared red. And Blaze snapped his restraint clean in half. I didn’t joke. Not this time. Her silence fed something feral in me. Rage coiled low and hot as my wolf prowled under my skin, claws scraping, teeth bared.

Saisha follows closely behind, a supportive presence amidst the sea of ridicule and indifference. Together, they make their way out of the crowd, leaving behind the echoes of laughter and the judgemental gazes. Rose's tears continue to flow, a mixture of pain, frustration, and a newfound resolve. As she walks away, she steals one last glance at Blaze, his eyes still fixed upon her. But this time, she meets his gaze with defiance, silently vowing to rise above the cruelty that surrounds her.

I never liked girls who blushed profusely at any action but Davinia's blush is innocent and from the look on her face, she hates the fact that she does blush and that makes me want to tease her more. "Or it doesn't. I'd love to see how deep your blush can go. I'm glad to be the one to see you in this state" At this she cocks both right and left brow at me and scoffs like she can't believe how innocent she is and how I'm the one who gets to see her blush. I only said that to get under her skin but with the reaction she gave, something tells me what I said is true and I somewhat feel glad for that. "You must be delusional if you think you're the only one who gets to see me blush. Don't be fool