Blushing Lines Novels & Stories

Nicolas repeated without thinking. The supposedly pretty puppy's eyes widened at the words. "Pretty Puppy?" She parroted meekly, her skin turning crimson like a hot saucer. Nicolas' eyes brightened watching her light olive skin turn red. Even the Noble ladies he was used to seeing did not blush this much. Some women would force their expression to be perceived as a blush but it looked awkward and probably should never be repeated. Nicolas did not care for one's cheek reddening, but he was curious and intrigued whenever she blushed. He wondered if he could always elicit this kind of reaction from her.

He doesn't bother to comb his long hair, always messy, falling at his forehead, which makes his face so cute. "You're staring at me," he smiles teasingly. "I'm not!" I quickly look away, feeling a bit shy. "Since when you're shy, Samlin Greenham?" he lifts himself up by pressuring on his elbow, gazing down at me. "You're literary blushing. You know what happens when you blush? Your cheeks turn red, like spilling color. Just like this," he puts a finger on my left cheek. "I know, shut up!" I giggle, swating his arm.

The fabric was damp from the humid air and clung to his chest, doing nothing to hide the way his body flexed beneath it—shoulders broad, arms coiled with power, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath like a storm waiting to break. Then he stepped back, just enough to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. One by one, the fabric parted, revealing the smooth, bronzed skin beneath, each line of muscle like something sculpted—defined, lean, powerful. The shirt slipped from his shoulders and hit the stone floor, and my breath caught.

"Your blushing beautiful face just told me so." Claire patted her cheeks. She is no longer a teenager to blush. But she couldn't help feeling the heat in her cheeks. She's like that when she's guilty. She's a bit shy and feels awkward. So, what can she do? That is one of her hidden characteristics.

his shameless comment successfully put a red blush on cheeks making his husky grin grow bigger. taking advantage of my distraction he pushed me off of him and pinned me down getting on top of me making me gasp at the sudden intimidate position and blushed even more. He moved closer making my eyes go wide. "I love the blushing you lemon. epically when it's the blush i put on!"

She said gently. "W–what… what do you mean by… what are you talking about?" I stuttered, tucking a few strands of my ear that dangled in front of my face to the back of my ear. "I have noticed you blushing for a while now. What is the problem?" She forced out through gritted teeth. "W-what… blushing? Who's blushing… I wasn't blushing… you were blushing." I cackled nervously and started fiddling with different things that I got the chance to touch.

Chelsea said, smiling, her eyes beaming with excitement. Blush crept up to my cheeks as I tried to rub the back of my neck, but Chelsea's eyes caught the pink hue on my cheeks. How could I even think that it would miss Chelsea's eyes when she is always alert? “See see..." She squealed, pointing her fingers at me. “Look, you are blushing, sweet," Chelsea said grinning and I frowned instantly, trying to compose my expression. “What makes you think that I am blushing because of that, Chelsea? I won't hesitate to beat you if you keep tugging at my patience" I warned.

I strip off my coat and begin to undress, pausing when I catch my reflection in the mirror. I freeze. The faded marks marring my skin weren’t there before. Slowly, I move closer, my breath catching as I examine them. Long, red-purple lines trace my hips and thighs, almost like bruises left by fingers. Angry red splotches dot my neck and chest. My heart pounds, my pulse so loud it drowns out every other sound.

The most noticeable damage, however, was a long gash across the front of my blouse, revealing my pale, pink bra. “Oh god!” blushed as a wave of embarrassment burned its way across my chest in a bright red flush. At least half of the medical department just saw the color of my underwear. Wrapping his jacket more firmly around me, I rushed into the building, my head down as I scurried to Dr. Winchester’s lab hoping to avoid further embarrassment.

I know now I am full red. "I was missing this also. When you blush your cheeks get red," She said and put kisses on my cheeks. I look down with shyness. "These beautiful eyes are like the ocean when you get shy," Aayu said and put kisses in my eyes. "These eyebrows when you blush." Then she puts kisses on my eyebrows. "Your forehead when you raise your eyebrows." And puts her lips on my forehead. "Your chin when you put down your head with a blushing face." Then she ups my face by holding my chin and kissing me there.