Blush Defiance Novels & Stories

“You…deceived her? Many times she claimed I tried to kill her, you came to her defense, challenging me for it but you of all people know I would never hurt her.” Eros’s lips tipped up in a lazy smile. “It’s called Trust, brother. I needed a way to draw her to my side and you just seemed the best thing available. A little moonveil blossom here and there did the trick.” I shot a sharp look to Jega who stepped forward. “It’s just like I warned. The moonveil blossom can serve as either a cloaking plant or a hallucination pollen. Whoever your mate saw was a trick of the mind. Not you.”

”love what are you talking about “I screamed “ I don't love sin !” I tried to look away as my heart clenched at my words. Blythe clinched her fists til her knuckles were a creamy white color. In it's wake is only a cold emotionless presided within her eyes. “I seen you everyone seen your brazen scene. Have you no shame?!”she screamed “Blythe you have this all wrong I'm not giving eyes to sin were just friends. Nothing more “ I stated as she paced the small bathroom

“It is coincidence, Theo, and you would do best to cut your losses now and apologize for wasting my time.” “If you would just listen to me!” I screeched, before recoiling in shock. I hadn’t expected my own outburst, let alone this unmistakable act of defiance on the Alpha. He stood from his chair and rounded to mine at inhuman speed, his hands roughly setting on my small shoulders from behind the chair. I could not see him face, I only felt the strong grip of his hands on my shoulders and the warmth of his anger radiating off of him. I swallowed my words, cringing at the sandpaper feeling of my mouth, dry with fear. Alpha Rhodes’ words came hot at the back of my neck, his hands holding me ba

"He's me garmhac. He might as well have come from me own loins." I grimace and Denise smacks him on the arm. "Don't you have a game to watch or something? Something that means you'll be out of this room and out of my hair?" He grumbles something I don't understand, probably in Gaelic, and kisses her on the head before leaving. But before he goes, he turns around quickly. "Tiffany." I lift my eyes up to his and cock my head. "Why did the narcissist cross the road?" Without delay I answer, "Because he thought it was a boundary."

It was like I had a blackout. “Even more so... “I commented, sighing. It was no longer enough that I had the award for best actress, I also had to have the shame award. “How am I going to face you now, Thomas? Shame, am I going to pay by credit or debit? Thomas lifted his shoulders and started laughing. A laugh more of mockery than the joke. “ Fate certainly plays with me! “I said, running my hand through my hair and sighed. “It happens, friend. “ Thomas smiled, placed his head on my shoulder and then gave me a kiss.

“This is not short, It’s almost touching my knees, you’re just being dramatic.” “No! You can’t wear a skirt that short to the office” “Oh, please,” she snapped. “I don’t know why you wear skirts that reach your ankle, you’re such a bush girl and a proper definition of a weird, nerdy, awkward Rose David.” She smirked at the mirror. “But lucky for you, I’m not you. I’m Blaire.”

And then I plant my feet. It is not a decision. It is a refusal that arrives in my body before my mind has finished forming the thought, the way a translator refuses a mistranslation, the way meaning asserts itself against a word that does not fit. My heels dig into the gravel. My weight drops. My arm stays rigid in the capo's grip, and I do not take the next step. The capo pulls. My feet do not move. "Walk," he says.

“I’m not refusing.” “You have the right to refuse.” “I’m not refusing.” This was not how this was supposed to be done, I thought bitterly. It was not romantic, tender, passionate, and private – it was the opposite of all those things. “Will you be mine?” The frown had eased from his face now that I was following the required script. “Yes,” I mumbled, dropping my eyes to the buttons at his collar, and knew my cheeks had flushed. “You’re blushing,” he said, amused. “I think the only other time I’ve seen you blush was that time - ”

“You’ve never been more wrong.” Bliss stepped closer, her eyes locked on his. “I don’t have to defeat you. I just have to stop you.” Damon’s expression twisted, his anger flaring. He reached out, grabbing her arm with a force that made her gasp. “You will regret this, Bliss. You will regret ever defying me.” But Bliss didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull away. She stood tall, her heart steady in her chest. “I won’t regret it,” she said, her voice fierce. “I’m done being afraid. I’m done being controlled. I’m done being your prisoner.”

Her cheeks blemished into a deep shade of red, painting and covering her entire visage. She was blushing, because of him! The thoughts made him rather embarrassed. She just...she just couldn’t accept it! “You are blushing.” The man uttered, and the same boyish grin on his lips never disappeared. It remain far itched. “W—what?!” Yna stammered. “I said that you are blushing.” The man repeated all over again. That made Yna defensive. “I—I am not blushing! Psh.” She tried to hide it, by turning her head away from the male, but then she remember that she shouldn’t be the one who should get embarrassed. Isn’t she the one who are supposed to be throwing some questions?