Blush Expression Novels & Stories

I flinched as he smashed the glass with his bare hands after my harsh accusations. With bleeding hands and teary eyes, Lewis looked at me. "I love you Victoria!" "God damn it!" "Why are you the only one that can't see it?" Lewis blurted out in anger and sadness. "Would any guy go this far for a girl he just pities?" "Do you think I brought you all the way here if I wasn't in love with you?" "I love you. I need you." "I can't pretend like I don't care about you anymore", Lewis said in between tears. "I hate how you smile around Kaden, I hate to see you blush around other guys." "Just say you'll be mine Vic." "I know you love me too", He said, while walking towards me and cupped my face with his uninjured hand. He was right. I loved him. Ever since I did his tie back then, I started caring for him. I didn't want to admit that I had fallen for the obnoxious jerk I met back then, but here I was, admitting it. I loved Lewis. I really did. "I..I love you Lewis, so much", I said with my voice breaking as I cried.

Three years after my death, Samuel Terrason came to visit my grave. When he saw the lilies blooming around it, his expression darkened. "What is this?" "If the stories are true, then these lilies mean she has found her partner in the afterlife." "Pull them out," Samuel said coldly. "Pull what out, sir?" "The lilies! All of them!" Then, Samuel bought the entire graveyard and ordered that every male be relocated. Yes, males. Even the dogs. "You're not seeing anyone else, even in death, Rachel!" he swore. "And if you try, I'll come find you when I'm dead, too! Not even death can separate us. Just wait for me!"

“Sign it.” Axton’s calm voice echoed in the room. The kind of calm that made silence deafening. He pushed the divorce papers across the polished desk, his expression cold and composed. The pen rolled until it stopped in front of her hand. Isla’s fingers trembled slightly as she picked it up. The golden ring on her finger glinted under the office light, a cruel reminder of everything that was about to end. Three years of marriage, three years of smiles and unspoken tenderness, now reduced to a signature line. They had never married for love, binded by a contract signed for convenience, destined to expire the moment it no longer served its purpose. And yet somewhere along the way, Isla had forgotten it was only temporary.

It's supposed to be a punishment, but it ends with me freezing to death in the freezer. My fiance, Carlo Vesta, also known as the heir of the Vesta family, only remembers that I exist three days later. Now, I'm just floating around while watching him hug my frozen corpse, his body trembling violently. I notice how broken his expression is, and soon, I witness him piecing together the truth that I've brought into my grave with me. It's too late, Carlo. But it's fine. I'm right here, watching you. I want to see how you're going to face the truth of you personally locking up the woman you love in her own grave.

"I need 100 million in cash," Hera Rinne said. "Alright, I can help you with that," Sean Villegas replied. Hera looked at Sean with a confused expression, "Are you sure? But, I'm not sure I can pay back the money you'll lend me." "You don't need to pay back all the money. I only need your body to satisfy me. Besides that, you're free to do whatever you want," Sean said with a meaningful look. Hera widened her eyes upon hearing that. She certainly couldn't do that. But, on the other hand, Hera really needed that 100 million. As soon as possible.

The Ship engaged in the Subsea Cable Laying, and Pipeline installation in the Arabian Sea found four big boxes during a pre-lay survey before a sub-sea pipeline installation. That was a diving ship. The divers inspected the box on the sea bottom and did not know what was inside. So the ship crews lifted boxes. They opened it and were shocked. Full of gold.Tons of gold. The top officials onboard that ship hid this information from their management, and they decided to transport that gold to Europe. The actual owner of this box containing gold is a terror group in Asia. They started a secret war from all sides to get back the gold without being noticed by the government agencies. Indian Military Intelligence, monitoring this terror group, got information about this gold. A true expression of a pirate story. This you love to read with breath held.

My husband was a senior military officer and a hardcore military fanatic. When I went into labor and my life was at risk, I begged him to sign the consent form for an emergency C-section. Instead, he looked at me coldly and asked, “What’s the maximum cruising speed of a Boeing 747? Answer correctly, and I’ll sign.” Later, my body tore from the prolonged labor, and our son suffocated to death. He said calmly, as if reciting a fact, “One thousand one hundred and twenty-seven kilometers per hour. Remember that?” At that moment, I looked at his indifferent expression and realized that I no longer loved him. With that, I left behind the divorce papers and disappeared from his life. “Felix, the military-illiterate wife you were ashamed of will never come back.”

In my seventh year of trying to win the favor of mafia Don Ethan Larsen, the system declared my mission a failure. I was set to be erased in one month. I did not cry or make a scene. I accepted the death countdown with calm detachment and started a livestream called "My Last Wishes Before I Die." The first thing I did was throw the multimillion-dollar wedding ring into the drain, right in front of Ethan and his first love, just to hear it clatter out of sight. Ethan's expression hardened. "Nina, what kind of trick are you trying to pull this time? You begged me in order to wear that ring and stood there for three days." I smiled, lifted my middle finger, and replied, "Pfft… As if you deserve it."

On my wedding day, my fiance's first love appeared at the wedding ceremony wearing the exact same haute couture gown as mine. I watched them stand together at the entrance, greeting the guests as if they were the bride and groom. Maintaining a calm expression, I complimented them, saying they looked like the perfect couple—beauty and brains, a match made in heaven. She burst into tears and fled the scene. He, however, didn't hesitate to humiliate me in front of everyone, accusing me of being petty and narrow-minded. When the wedding banquet was over, he left for what was supposed to be our honeymoon—with her by his side. I didn't argue or cause a scene. Instead, I quietly booked an appointment for an abortion.

An accident leaves Preston Brown unable to have children. The fight over his family's fortune is heating up. Desperate for an heir, Preston arranges for me to sleep with his best friend, Rowan Kerr. I quietly dump the sleeping pills Preston gave me and pretend to be clueless. Then, I lose myself in a night of passion with Rowan. … The next morning, right in front of Preston, I smile sweetly and say, "Honey, you were incredible last night. I've never felt so good." His expression darkens. "Do you prefer the man I am by day, or the one who takes you at night?" I act bashful, tugging on his sleeve. "Both. But I especially love the one who knows how to satisfy me at night."