Blushing Furiously Novels & Stories

Why would hearing that she was stunning be so much for her to handle that she was blushing so hard? "I am not." She took up the menu to her face to cover it up so he could not see her face. "Well, your cheeks are very red so I thought..." "I guess it's hot in here," she said before he could finish his statement. "It has to be hot," she added, fanning her face with her hand. It was not cold in there; the temperature was fairly comfortable but not hot enough to make her red in the cheeks and forehead like that. "You are still cute though, blushing on your forehead." She wanted to let out a scream at her body for betraying her. She had forgotten all about the way he made her blush hard and how

As soon as Fiona's mouth was freed, she gasped for air, her small chest heaving continuously as she whispered to Frederick, "Frederick, can you get off me? You're making me really uncomfortable…" Frederick's face flushed with embarrassment upon hearing Fiona's words. The weather wasn't too cold and both of them were lightly dressed. During their struggle, their bodies had made a lot of contact, and it caused the young and vigorous Frederick to feel flustered. He was blushing and he quickly moved to the driver's seat. Fiona's face turned bright red, and her heart pounded like a startled deer. She shyly muttered, "Frederick…you…you're shameless…"

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?

Why did I feel like I was having an anxiety attack? Felix chuckled before saying, "not exactly. You don't look nervous but rather like you're thinking too much, your face looks flushed." I rolled my eyes at him, "I do NOT blush easily." He laughed and replied, "Of course, you don't, but you've definitely blushed a couple of times since we got in the car." "That doesn't prove anything." I looked at him with an annoyed look on my face. I wasn't gonna admit this, but it was true.

Gloria examined her damp face closely in the large bathroom mirror, her expression a mix of worry and lingering embarrassment. Her cheeks remained stubbornly flushed with a deep, ruddy glow that refused to fade, no matter how much cold water she had splashed on them. This persistent blush terrified her deeply—she absolutely did not want anyone, especially Lukas, to glance at her and immediately peg her as some cheap, desperate whore chasing after forbidden pleasures.

A chill travel down my spine and into the narrow space of my bones. My face heats and my neck redden, despite my attempt to keep my reaction under control. This is the first time he has touched me explicitly since the day of the snowstorm. I thought it won't happen again but my body jerks back to life, despite my resolve. “Are you blushing, June?” I try to swallow but it gets stuck at the base of my throat, so I just shake my head once. “Your skin looks red.” “That's because…. I'm hot.”

I touched my face, searching for something I can't see. He started laughing. "What's that for". I asked faking angry. "There is nothing on your face physically, your cheek turns red, you have being blushing hard nowadays". He said, I blushed harder, I looked down in embarrassment. "You don't have to be embarrassed, it is normal for girls to blush when talking to me". He teased. "You are now feeling superior, right". I said rolling my eyes. "Yes I am, I am handsome you know". He bragged.

His face flushed red. It wasn’t anything for him to be excited about but just looking at her burning red face from the fever. Blushing, he tried to look away. He continued to hold on to the dryer as he fan it back and forward. “I can’t fuckin’ believe I’m doing this.”

I blush turning around "Oh I'm sorry is my little Mari blushing" My mom comes rushing towards me and turns me around "Nope I don't blush, it's just hay fever" I start squeezing the bridge of my nose and she scoffs hitting my shoulder "Well I'll put these flowers in a vase" She picks up the flowers and starts humming some lullaby

I felt light-headed with a heavy sluggish heartbeat. "Hehehe," Lucas chuckled. "Let's go have some fun". He pulled me closer. " Stay away from me!"I scream. Ruthfur and Sherman approach forward. I take a step back pushing away Lucas's reaching hands. I peek behind me seeing the other two approaching nearer to me. My heart beats faster as if they were about to jump out of my chest at any moment. I hesitate to swallow harder. "Hump!, I have to revenge on this bitch for cracking open my lips" Ruthfur stomped forward touching the bruise on his lips with hard cold eyes and a reddening face.