Blushing Lines Novels & Stories

"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.

Wow! I hate pink but it's looking so pretty with peach. The blouse felt heavy when I held it after a shower. It's embroidered with silver and pink thread, white, pink and peach stones. The blouse is laying perfectly with my curves. It has broad strips. I can feel the heaviness of my skirt when I hold it in my both hands and lift it slightly up.

"She is having her menstruation. Based on the blood I saw, it was less concentrated and has fewer blood cells than ordinary blood." Blanche looked at the computer and other monitor that surrounded them. Hent's reoiced with her input. She was correct, but not entirely. As Blanche stooped down for her and held Forest's chin, she knew by the flushed face and shy eyes that Forest showed that it was her first. Her expression was like that when Noir saw her. And it was embarassing and funny at the same time. "Come with me, Forest. Let's go to the bathroom." Blanche helped her, Crimson stayed silent behind them and it was the best thing she did because Forest would get embarassed wiith whatever she

I let go, let the bond slip through my fingers, wade back out of the strange, dark place until Cadoc is a stern, menacing male again with cold, blank eyes. I gnaw my lower lip. “I can’t help blushing, you know. It’s not a disease or anything.” The crease appears between his eyebrows. “If you were wondering—it’s fine. Just a blush.” I poke a spot under my clavicle to show him how my skin blanches white. When my arm moves, I flash the very top of my left nipple. He licks his lips, and then he shakes himself, finally dropping his hands from my elbows.

(Olandria’s POV) The question stayed there. Not in the air… but somewhere deeper. It was like it had settled under my skin instead of just hanging between us. What should the rabbit do? I stared at the canvas, but I wasn’t seeing it clearly anymore. The colors had started to shift from chaos into something almost… intentional. Dark blues bleeding into muted reds, streaks of orange cutting through like something trying and failing to break free. It wasn’t something I could name, but it felt like something pulled in two directions and refused to tear.

Nevertheless, his gaze was still fixated on the road as he spoke. "Thank you. And you look ravishing." she replied, looking at him. Niel didn't know how but all of a sudden felt something rush through his body up to his cheeks, as they began to burn like lava. Was he blushing? No, men don't blush. Maybe he is just feeling shy. But what's the difference?. He smiled as he realised he had just been defeated. He was blushing because of her comment, and is shy because of her presence. Is this how love is? So situated and coherent? So relish and trim?

I snap. “Your heartbloom is darkening.” The words make me pause. I hadn’t noticed the change of color on my skin. Slowly, I pull my hands from his grip and reach for my shoulder. The bloom sits on my shoulder, usually nothing more than a soft silver and red spiral. Now the lines are deeper and darker. It is like ink is bleeding beneath my skin. “That’s new,” I whisper, trying not to feel fazed by the change.

After a while, I was able to put myself in control. "I'm not hurt Urano. It's called a blush. It happens when a lady is shy and she gives that smile. The cheeks puff up and go all red". I explained with a smile. "You look beautiful when you smile". He complimented and I covered my face in shyness. "Did I embarass you?" He asked, getting up from the floor where he was still kneeling. "You're always worried about every single thing!" I exclaimed. "When it comes to you, I can't take chances". He said and sat beside me on the bed.

she gulped. “No never, you’re perfect” I stumbled over the words, feeling my cheeks heating up. Rayden’s hand reached out, she placing it on my cheek. My eyes widened at the touch, it warm and comforting. “How, how do you do that to your face?” she frowned, her finger tips skimming the skin. I let out a chuckle, “It’s… it’s called blushing. It happens when you’re embarrassed” “You’re embarrassed?” O damn… this was awkward. A giggle escaped her lips, she letting out a gasp a second later.