Blushing Hinata Novels & Stories

said the beautiful Japanese-blooded woman, stretching her hands towards Tiara. With slow steps, the little girl approached Hinata. A beautiful smile etched on her lips when she saw little Tiara walking over. She pinched the little girl’s cheek lightly. “So cute~” “Sorry to bother your work.” “It’s okay. I don’t feel bothered, seriously. I’m even happy to play with Ara.” “Thank you, Hinata. Then, I’ll go first.” “Be careful, Mommy.” “Yes, Mom will be careful. I will pick up Tiara after I finish my business.”

He suddenly went quiet, but when I check his was still hard. "Hinata-" A thick wave of his pheromones hit me, a sickly sweet smell floated around the room, overpowering my senses, clouding my mind. I wanted nothing more thank to make him mine. Hinata's POV I blacked out again, but what's going on? Where am I? I keep moving, what's happening?

Then I brushed out my hair, pulling it up into a traditional updo putting in red and white flower clips to match my kimono. “What are you all dressed up for? Looking like a proper Japanese wife.” Shinobu whistled as I made my way down the hall. I glared at him, slamming him into the wall, pulling a hidden blade from my sleeve, and pressing it to his throat. “If I didn’t want to get blood on my kimono, I’d slit your throat.” I glared.

Her mane bounced gloriously with each trot she took. A huge moth flew around them, its powder leaving a trail behind it. They smiled as it went past them, they inhaled deeply the fragrance of the flowers. A moth's trail came in with the breeze making both of them sneeze. They laughed off the twinned gesture. "Even your sneeze is cute." Silver commented. "Shut up, Silver." Shinja replied averting her eyes. The moth varnished in thin air. The horses noticed this and shook with tremors.

“That is the face of an extremely dependable guy” Oh. Oh wow. That was a compliment. I can feel the blood rush into my face. I really don’t do compliments. “Are you blushing Sorahiko?!”. Saeko shouts, sounding like an excited schoolgirl. I bring up my hands to cover my face, she tries to grab them, I smack her hand away. Damn it! I hate blushing. It’s embarrassing. “You’re blushing? You’re blushing aren’t you?!”. She keeps trying to pull my hand away. Stay away wench.

She was kind of surprised and distracted. I started telling Hina that I saw her and our teacher then kissing as if they were about to run out of breath. "It is excruciating and depressing to see your beloved woman flirting with others," I said while my tears fell on my face. All the pain then instantly felt as if someone was pinching my heart. "Shit! Damn Inei Mizuki, Why are you crying in front of her?" -I told myself, and it seems to be killing me with shame.

Make her regret what she did to Aera. “Hina-chan!” Haruto called out, grabbing her attention. The sweet-looking girl with a bob gazed over at them. “Congratulations! You’ll make an excellent mother!” Hina paled as the group burst out laughing again. Tears pooled in her eyes. “What the hell are you talking about?!” She shouted, acting as if she didn’t know what happened. The entire cafeteria was silent having heard Haruto’s sentence. Yua sneered. “Are you deaf? Whore”

Adrian had just stared at the blood on his hands. Not horrified. Not proud. Just… quiet. That was the first time the gray-bearded hunter had looked at him strangely. “You didn’t hesitate,” the man said. Adrian wiped the blade clean. “No.” The hunter nodded slowly. “Be careful with that.” “With what?” “The part of you that didn’t hesitate.” Adrian didn’t understand what he meant at the time. He would, eventually. ⸻ Years passed. More hunts. More battles. More blood.

ASHINA’S POV The clanging of footsteps shattered the suffocating deadlock. It began as a faint, almost imperceptible rumble, like a distant storm murmuring across the plains. Gradually, it intensified, becoming the steady, deliberate pounding of boots marching in harmony, vibrating through the soil and into our bones. I held my breath while Alpha Knight paused mid-motion, sword suspended in the air, his gaze snapping sharply towards the growing noise. Then, out of the shadows, they appeared. It was the warriors clad in deep midnight blue, their faces adorned with the sacred patterns of my bloodline. Their presence was like a surge of memory brought to life.

He walked away from her and went to the bathroom. Ji AnLing heaved a sigh of relief and leaped on the bed. She placed her hand on the left side of the chest to listen to her heartbeat. It felt like it would jump out any second. She subconsciously wrapped the quilt around herself into a roll and hid in it. She remembered that when this happened to anime girls they would turn red, blush, and cooperate with the male lead's movements. But she didn't like him and most of all they would always end with passionate french kissing followed by them falling on to the bed probably to sleep.