Blushing Chart Novels & Stories

Rayline. I glanced down at the notebook to see the notes I had scribbled : Hazel = fear, anxiety — Green = envy/ jealousy? Orange = annoyance — Red = lust, anger Pink = ? — Yellow = happy? Blue = sadness. Silver =? Healing? Speed? Strength? I immediately slammed the notebook down and put my hand on it. At the same time, I closed my textbook, which was still open on the chapter about mythical creatures, and pushed all my notes aside as a wave of panic spread through my body.

“Well, it’s just more obvious, makes it look like you’re blushing more than you are.” She rolled her eyes and swung up onto her horse. “You were going to talk about blood again, weren’t you?” She laughed. “I don’t think I was that far off with the paint your face with blood comment earlier. I really think you may have an infatuation.” She was laughing and joking, mostly. He’d seen a lot of war, a lot of blood. It was natural that he would think about it. “But yes, I’m pale. Very pale. And my mother and everyone I know are very pale. So if we blush... we blush. Blood rushes to cheeks and is very apparent.” She started leading them out back toward the forest. “And imagine, as incredibly pale a

He blushed at their position but she seemed oblivious. “Doubt me now?” She said poking his forehead. “No ma'am. You win.” he replied in surrender. “ Good." she said and got off him. Walking to her bedroom. She paused and stared back at him with a grin. “ It’s late and I’m off to bed. You coming?” If there was anything like guiness world record for a blushing contest, Daniel would break that record. He was literally 50 shades of red at that seemingly innocent but dirty comment.

I asked feigning innocence. “Higher heart rate, unusually high metabolic activity and you’re even blushing!” Dylan grinned like a maniac. “Who’s the lucky girl?” I shook my head and glared at the man. “A. I just did a treadmill test and B. I do not blush!” “Oh come on!” Dylan whined. “Don’t be a spoilsport! Tell me already!” “So that you can gossip your way into someone’s bed tonight? No way!” I wiped the sweat from my brows with the t-shirt I had been wearing prior to the test and swung it around my neck.

She had never met anyone as shameless as Carl! Suddenly, Carl asked, "Why are you blushing?" "Blushing?" Violet scoffed. "Why would I be blushing? It's not like I saw anything I shouldn't have seen!" Carl could sense that something was wrong. Her body temperature seemed to be higher than usual. Carl went over and reached out a hand, but Violet slapped it away. "Don't move!" he snapped. He reached out again. Violet did the same thing, but he used his other hand to feel her forehead.

Frustration. "You're blushing," Bianca said. "I'm not blushing." "You're literally red right now. Like a tomato...like a strawberry. Like..." "Okay, I get it." "And you're fuming. How are you doing both at once? Girl, I don't know how you blush and still fume at the same time but it's kind of cute, actually." I made a sound like a half laugh, half groanand pressed the heels of my palms to my eyes. "Bianca please."

"She is having her menstruation. Based on the blood I saw, it was less concentrated and has fewer blood cells than ordinary blood." Blanche looked at the computer and other monitor that surrounded them. Hent's reoiced with her input. She was correct, but not entirely. As Blanche stooped down for her and held Forest's chin, she knew by the flushed face and shy eyes that Forest showed that it was her first. Her expression was like that when Noir saw her. And it was embarassing and funny at the same time. "Come with me, Forest. Let's go to the bathroom." Blanche helped her, Crimson stayed silent behind them and it was the best thing she did because Forest would get embarassed wiith whatever she

Eventhough I lied, I still want to value the trust Cheska gave to me. He then looked away and heavily sighed. He tilted a little so I could clearly see his side features. It blushes like a rash. I immediately approached and looked carefully to make sure what that blush really was. "Are you itching?" I asked and walked away a little. He was almost out of breath when I approached him and immediately turned to me. "No."

After a while, I was able to put myself in control. "I'm not hurt Urano. It's called a blush. It happens when a lady is shy and she gives that smile. The cheeks puff up and go all red". I explained with a smile. "You look beautiful when you smile". He complimented and I covered my face in shyness. "Did I embarass you?" He asked, getting up from the floor where he was still kneeling. "You're always worried about every single thing!" I exclaimed. "When it comes to you, I can't take chances". He said and sat beside me on the bed.

Heat flooded my face so quickly I thought I might actually burst into flames. He caught me looking. One eyebrow lifted. “See something interesting?” “I…” My mouth opened. Nothing came out. “I was just…” “Yes?” “I wasn’t staring.” “So you keep saying.” “I wasn’t!” “You’ve been staring for at least ten seconds.” “I have not!” “You have.” “I was looking at your scars.” “Mm.” “They look painful.” “They were.” He finished buttoning the cuffs of his shirt before walking closer. His fingers tilted my chin upward. “But you’re still blushing.”