Blushing Lines Novels & Stories

My gaze lowered to it, as the pale skin began to shine oddly. No. “ But I know. ” He whispered. The familiar marks appeared on his skin, curling around his fingers, shimmering a dark red hue. I stumbled back. My gaze shot to his face before dropping to his neck in a mere second. The crisscross lines, the stupid marks were now crawling up his neck, reaching his chin. I gasped, stumbling another step back.

They all watched as a thick trail of blue, flowed through a ridge on his chest, and continued, in an uneven line, through the drawing of hedges, until it stopped. "That's odd!" Germaine remarked, moving closer. "There's nothing here." She pointed to the area where the blue line had stopped, noting that the other lines on Storm's chest had completely disappeared. A few seconds passed as everyone waited, and then the blue line began moving once more, trickling into a line, which at first was narrow, but later grew in width, covering a wide area of his chest, until it disappeared into the helm of his skirt.

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.

As Blaze's provocative words swirls in the air, an alluring flush began to spread, as if her skin had been brushed by the most tender hues of chagrin, a rosy bloom that unfurled with a quiet, almost shy radiance, warming her complexion. Shameless man, she thought, her gaze shifting to him. Did he intend to behave as though no one was overhearing their conversation?

"You pack quite a punch, Jasmine Leclaire" Heat whooshed up her neck and into her cheeks as sexual electricity crackled from him and zipped into her bloodstream. Jasmine was appalled at herself. She never blushed. She might flush in anger, but blushing belonged to adolescence and she was way past that. A sophisticated career woman did not blush.

I almost bit my lip when I saw it: the web page was black and empty, but the source code said something else. The page is not really blank. Somewhere on the page, there is a full stop. A normal full stop, like you, would find at the end of a sentence. It is black against the black background, but more than that. This is a hyperlink - a link to a subsequent web page. An Easter Egg.