Blushing Furiously Novels & Stories

I push the panic down and try so hard to concentrate on the feel of his hand in mine. Suddenly Peony claps her hands together and does a small squeal making us jump. My heart is racing. I got such a fright, Clayton let out a small laugh. The thick deep sound sends a shiver of pleasure running through me and my wolf purrs loud enough for everyone to hear, a rose blush coats my face as everyone laughs.

he sighs, “and pretty you look when you blush.” I frown. Am I blushing? “Wh-What?” I gasped, releasing my chin and looking anywhere but his face because he looked amused, “I didn’t b-blush.” “You’re even stuttering.” “N-No!” And I realize that I just stuttered once again, continuously lying to him. First about my blushing and now about my stuttering. Zahir chuckles again, shaking his head. “Look at me,” he says and I obey, looking at him.

It was the kind of smirk that made my heart start acting strangely inside my chest. My cheeks suddenly felt hot. “OMG, what is happening to your cheeks?” Cynthia’s voice cut through my thoughts like she was waiting for something dramatic to happen. I touched my face immediately. “I don’t understand,” I said, panic slowly crawling into my voice. “What’s happening to my face?” “It’s red,” Cynthia said. “Your cheeks are red. You are blushing.” If I wasn’t slightly embarrassed, I would have rolled my eyes at her. “Cynthia, you always exaggerate things,” I said quietly.

I was always just going to fall in love with her someday. “I’m telling you,” she murmurs. “There’s no way around the Haze.” “I’m not in the business of rolling over whenever some foreign princess tells me there’s no way.” I shake my head. There’s just… no way. I turn on my heel and throw myself into a shift. My fur, a red so deep it looks black in most lights, bursts from my skin, and I hit the ground running. Sore muscles groan and stretch. I put my nose to the air.

'' ''But -- but my fangs came out'' I said then blushed furiously, even as I was mad at myself for being embarrassed. He nodded. ''Yes, your fangs--'' then he shook his head. ''No let's not keep up the pretence about innocence okay, you don't have to keep faking that blush.'' he said and I nodded. how the hell did someone fake a blush? ''Your fangs came out yes,'' he said frowning slightly. ''But that's as far as you can get. Now back to the question I asked, before I change my mind and kill you right here. How many of you are in this school?''

"Let's hope he doesn't show up." Daniel glanced out the passenger side window. "Yeah, let's hope. I'm still not over my need to see that fucker bleed." He looked back at me. "Come on. Let's go and get a drink so you can calm down. Red isn't your color." "Red?" "Yes, Bambina, your neck and cheeks." Fuck. I always got flushed when I was angry and worked up. I got flushed when I was shy, embarrassed, or experienced just about any type of emotion. I was a flusher.

“You are very pretty when you are flustered.” I froze. My heart thudded once loud, heavy, traitorous. “I—” "Don't," he said quietly. "Don't try to deny it again. You will begin blushing and I will be forced to show it.” I groaned. “You are enjoying it too much.” "Maybe," he said, smirking. “It has been the first time I've seen you speechless.” I narrowed my eyes. "I'm not speechless.” “Really?” “Yes.”

I slowly pulled away from him, wiping my tears with the back of my hand as I nodded my head. "Am I making you happy? I’m only good at giving shit to people…" He smiled sheepishly like he wanted to hide his face, and it didn’t slip my eyes the way his cheeks started to be tinted with red. Was my Alpha blushing? I giggled as I moved my hands to his cheeks, pressing my fingers together against his skin to pinch him. "I didn’t know a moody Alpha like you knew how to blush." "Blush?" He asked, his forehead creased.

“You blushing makes me want to bully you more.” Suddenly there was a colliding noise at the door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose. Are you okay?”

that hits like a slap. heat rushes to my cheeks so fast it feels like i just stepped into an oven.my heartbeat stutters then gallops.i wish i could hide the flush shove it back under my skin pretend it does not mean anything. but i can feel every pair of eyes on me waiting watching like they are connecting dots that arent theirs to connect. “ its not what you think,”i say the words tumbling out too fast.i can hear the strain in my voice thin stretched fragile. “ i got it from a friend. As a thank you. That’s all.”