Blushing Furiously Novels & Stories

She quickly covered her face, feeling red-hot. Her face was still flushed when they got out of the elevator. How could she face people like this? Unable to bear it, they had to stand at the door waiting for her to cool down. But the more anxious she was, the longer the flush persisted, even her ears turned red. Calvin, seeing her unable to calm down, smiled lightly. She was indeed cute, why was she blushing so much?

He actually wanted to say that right here in this hall in a class of over fifty people present. "Are you nuts! Did you really wanna say that loud" I whisper yell at him my cheeks going a darker shade of red. Zeke put his hands over mine which us clamped on his mouth and shoves it down gently. "You are blushing Blaze" he grins and I feel my cheeks heating up again. "I'm not blushing!" "You are" "I'm not!" "Of course you are" I sigh exasperatedly. "Shut the fuck up Zeke!"

And in my heart of hearts I knew that this couldn't very well be the end. We sat there waiting for the sparks to fly between out palms. When it didn't happen right away, all my emotions surfaced. I could feel the hot tears welling up trying not to flow over my eyelid. Max's eyes grew concerned and he looked as though he wanted to comfort me, but we both knew he couldn't. This only made me even more emotional! My face felt like it was on fire, so I knew I was blushing, and not the cute kind of rosey blush, the blotchy kind. I snorted hoping that the snot was not already leaking out of my nostrils. It was no use. Max looked like he was in pain watching me in pain. But we never broke eye contac

The power in his grip on the leather steering wheel made my stomach perform an alarming flip; I couldn't stop myself from imagining that exact firm grip pressing directly into my bare skin. A sudden flush of liquid heat flowed straight down to my centre. I instantly clamped my thighs together, blushing so madly that I was certain my entire face was a deep crimson, while mentally cussing at myself with everything I had. What are you doing, Elara? Since when do you sit around thinking of such utter nonsense? I violently balked when Killian’s deep voice sliced through my panic. “Why are you blushing so much, sugar?” “Nothing!” I blurted out, way too fast, looking anywhere but at him.

OH MY GODDD! "What the-" I quickly got up and stared at him in disbelief. Jimin got up without any sort of pain but his face and ears were a bright shade of red. He is blushing! That's not the case here, CUT IT OUT! "J-Jimin..." my eyes were still wide as I pointed a shaky finger at him. He looked away hiding his face. "I-I'm s-sorry..." Oh boy, he was a blushing mess. "Jimin!" I exclaimed.

I cursed under my breath for blushing in front of him. Damn this cheek! Blushing at the wrong time and damn myself I couldn't take my eyes from his looks.

That was more treacherous if I fell beneath those eyes, leaving me to question my inner thoughts about my escape plan. But Goodness gracious! I was in a drift of being drawn away if I would not piss him off first. Then, his manly laugh vibrated inside the dining room. My brows creased in confusion. "Is there anything funny?" "You are just too cute when you have that red in your cheeks, is that what they called 'blush'?" My eyes widened as I touch my face to hide from his teasing. Why am I even blushing? "It's not a blush, that's blood. My face was just pale because of the coldness."

My navy blue eyes glowed as my blood ran up to my face, clenching my jaw with a sharp glare, “I’m not playing around, Russo!” The threat that I tried not to break only made her stood and jumped over me, caging my body within her forelegs as she continuously brushed her huge face against mine, blocking my nose with some of her fur. And seeing Azure in my head rolling over with his tail thrumming struck pure embarrassment to my face. This is the kind of humiliation that I wanted my face to get buried deep in the ground. If only the world would swallow me alive.

If it's possible to describe blushing with another higher word, I'd use it right now. Her face was so red that she tried to cover it up by using her hair as an umbrella. “Don't you have something to do, pack work out anything?" She asked, scoffing. I burst into laughter. “You've gotten so tired of me already? Who would have thought that the brave Amelia is like a blushing doll?” Ripples of laughter racketed through me. It feels so good to see her angry face while she's also embarrassed. Suddenly, a smirk found its way to her mouth. My laughter ceased, that expression doesn't mean anything good for me. She's planning a revenge for me, and it's not a pretty one; I'm very certain.

Bluey I dashed out of the training room like a flash, my earlier professional composure completely annihilated. I ran through the corridors of the Central Wing, hardly registering the heavy security, until I reached the safety of my room in the West Wing. I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned against it, taking deep, shuddering breaths. My cheeks were still blazing red from blushing, and my heart was beating so fast and hard it felt like it was tearing itself out of my chest. What's this feeling?