Blushing Chart Novels & Stories

his shameless comment successfully put a red blush on cheeks making his husky grin grow bigger. taking advantage of my distraction he pushed me off of him and pinned me down getting on top of me making me gasp at the sudden intimidate position and blushed even more. He moved closer making my eyes go wide. "I love the blushing you lemon. epically when it's the blush i put on!"

Her body trembles with fear and shame, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Doesn't feeling ashamed make your cheeks flush and your heart race? Are you masquerading as me to win over Blake once more? Did you have to take away his parents in such a brutal manner?" she asked, her fingers fumbling as she released the grip on her “Artemis” garment. I couldn't help but recall the image of her jittery figure as she hastily changed her attire. The substance is crimson red, indicating that it is blood. "I'm completely lost in understanding what you're saying—"

That last inappropriate thought struck Layla with such effect and so much embarrassment and self-loathing that her pale skin flamed scarlet, mortified heat crawling over her entire skin surface. "I’ve never seen anyone blush that deeply," Lucas confided in wonderment, watching the flush trail down her long white throat and dapple that fine skin with a warmer colour. Layla told him roundly, "You’re supposed to pretend you didn’t notice, not embarrass me further." I used to go through agonies of blushing when I was a kid. It’s the fault of my fair skin—it’s very conspicuous. "

The most noticeable damage, however, was a long gash across the front of my blouse, revealing my pale, pink bra. “Oh god!” blushed as a wave of embarrassment burned its way across my chest in a bright red flush. At least half of the medical department just saw the color of my underwear. Wrapping his jacket more firmly around me, I rushed into the building, my head down as I scurried to Dr. Winchester’s lab hoping to avoid further embarrassment.

It's an excuse. "What's hot? Is your air conditioner on, it's still cold inside, how can it be hot? You're just excited, so you're blushing? Am I right?" I asked him and poked his waist. "N-no, honey! Don't be naughty, I'm driving, we might crash," he said to me. I burst out laughing when his blush still didn't really go away. "Gosh, you're just blushing, it means you're excited. Kiss that cheek, honey. How about the lips? You might not be able to breathe because you're so excited," I teased him.

she gulped. “No never, you’re perfect” I stumbled over the words, feeling my cheeks heating up. Rayden’s hand reached out, she placing it on my cheek. My eyes widened at the touch, it warm and comforting. “How, how do you do that to your face?” she frowned, her finger tips skimming the skin. I let out a chuckle, “It’s… it’s called blushing. It happens when you’re embarrassed” “You’re embarrassed?” O damn… this was awkward. A giggle escaped her lips, she letting out a gasp a second later.

she murmured, I heard it this time. "Why? Do you like him?" I asked, surprised. I approached where she was. "You know, I'm friend with him. I can help you get close to him if you want," I suggested. "Of course not," she refused while still shaking her head. She handed me the new glass with water. When I got up we went back to the couch and sat down again. I took my medications first before speaking again. "Why do you seem to be affected? There are only a few things that can make a person blush. First, if you have a fever. Second, if you are angry. And third, if you’re shy," I explained.

I inhaled his scent and he chuckled. Cassie: What? Chris: You seemed to like it a lot. Cassie: Like what? Chris: My scent.... My cheeks turned pink and I buried my face in his chest. Chris: You know what. I like that very much. Cassie: What? Chris: Your blushing, embarrassed face. He trailer his index finger from my collar bone up to my jawline. Chris: The rosy pink color starts from here, from your shoulders, then through your neck it reaches to your cheeks, then end up here on the tip of your nose.

Cyrus replied confidently, "Yes, it's eyeshadow." "Wrong." Cyrus gave her another ten envelopes of money. She said, "This is a blush" George frowned. "It's obvious that there is also yellow in it." Sigrid explained quickly, "The yellow color is an orange shade of blush. There are also purple and light pink. However, they are all known as blush." George was speechless. Women were so troublesome. They were clearly yellow, purple and light pink. However, they only said that all of it was blush! What happened to the other three colors that got ignored? Why weren't those three colors included as well? It was so unfair!

started Granny, gently putting Marjorie back to bed, “the scar on your stomach was no more than a Gourche.” ‘Right.’ Blame massaged her temple. ‘I already know that, though.’ “No, I don’t think so.” They looked at Kleint as though he’d gone mad, contradicting and all, but it was nothing to the way Blame felt conscious once the purple glint of his eyes scrutinized her. At first, it was just the simple tint, but then three single quotes circled the purple of his irises, a round line moving circularly. Blame found it hard to look away, especially when his eyes were tainted with magenta, though the hint of royal purple was ever-apparent.