Blushing Lines Novels & Stories

He smirks, back to his carefree self. “Guess that would make for a smoother transition to power.” I joke. Colton and Grant join us shortly along with the Mabry twins. We finish eating, and I go to find Lindsey who is staring at color swatches that look extremely similar. “I think I like blushing rose better than perfectly peach. It’s got less of an orange hue. You said orange wasn’t your color before. Besides it goes better with bright white. You’d probably want more of a cream color with the perfectly peach.” Lindsey says, holding two of the swatches up at the light.

She gasped and grabbed at her shoulder, trying to understand what was happening to her. When she managed to twist around enough to see what was going on, she saw a marking beginning to draw itself across her skin. Dark lines appeared out of nowhere, forming intricate patterns and symbols that seemed to glow faintly as they took shape. Despite the intense pain that was radiating through her entire upper body and making her want to cry out, she found herself smirking. Her lips curved up into a smile even as she gritted her teeth against the burning sensation. Whatever was going on right now, whatever was happening to her, she absolutely loved where this seemed to be going.

“The dark line here it’s darker than it was yesterday. And the way my tits feel… heavy. Like they’re full of something else now.” Mark frowned, the smile faltering. He sat back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. “Dark line? What? That’s just… stretch marks, right? From the first one. You looked perfect in the last ultrasound pictures. They said the line was faint, just a shadow.”

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?

Just sweet pure pleasure and I can't seem to get enough of it. "Are you blushing?" He laughs when he finally gets a look at my face by pining me down beneath him. His huge body covers every inch of mine, pushing me deeper into the soft cushion and heat floods my bloodstream with his breath so close, hovering above me. "No." I say, though I am smiling and damn right blushing like a guilty tomato. I am hot. Heated is the word. But all the same. Linc leans down and his lips find the sensitive spot on my neck where my clavicle meets my shoulder, he bites down on the soft skin.

“Don’t worry, it should be normal dilated capillaries. I’ve checked myself and didn’t find any problems.” At first, she thought it might be rosacea. However, after observing it for two days, she found it was neither painful nor itchy, and it was not erythema or acne. As she spoke, she unbuttoned her pajamas, revealing a part of her smooth and fair back. Mable’s skin was very light, and her back had well-proportioned lines without excess fat. Blair stared at her back and immediately saw the red pattern on her back. His dark eyes suddenly widened!

bowing like a gentle man. I blushed and turned at least 50 shades of red.

The sharp sting makes me hiss and pull back. Staring into the mirror again, I immediately freeze in place. The red spots… they’re fading. My heart pounds against my chest. “What the…” I stare harder, convinced I’m imagining it, but the reflection shows the same thing. It just… blurs. The angry color drains away like paint running under water, skin smoothing out until it’s all gone. A second later it creeps back, faint at first, then bolder, red again. Fade, return, then fade. Over and over, like my body can’t decide what it wants to do.

I blush as the lines kept drawing down leading to his wet swim shorts that showed his crotch. "Can I help you?"

More blood poured from my mouth as I gasped for air that wouldn't come, my vision starting to blur around the edges. "Alpha!" Rivers shouted, rushing to my side as I collapsed completely. Through the haze of pain, I was dimly aware of Lynn kneeling beside me, her earlier anger replaced by panic. "What's happening to him?" she demanded. Rivers was pulling at my shirt, exposing my chest, and I heard him curse viciously. "Look at his skin," he said urgently. "Those markings weren't there before." I managed to focus enough to look down at myself, and what I saw sent ice through my veins. Dark lines were spreading across my torso like living tattoos, twisting and writhing beneath my skin in patte