Blushing Lines Novels & Stories

I reply and press the palms of my hands to my cheeks. The rest of the ride Gage teases me a little and I try to act all confident, when I'm really trying not to blush. I just don't get why I blush so easily. I hate looking like a strawberry just because someone teased me. Stupid face. In the middle of the ride Gage moves his hand to rest above my knee, right about where my skirt ends. Guess what? I blushed even more.

I inhaled his scent and he chuckled. Cassie: What? Chris: You seemed to like it a lot. Cassie: Like what? Chris: My scent.... My cheeks turned pink and I buried my face in his chest. Chris: You know what. I like that very much. Cassie: What? Chris: Your blushing, embarrassed face. He trailer his index finger from my collar bone up to my jawline. Chris: The rosy pink color starts from here, from your shoulders, then through your neck it reaches to your cheeks, then end up here on the tip of your nose.

Then it pulsed. Thin lines branching outward from a central point beneath her flesh. Veins of shadow spreads slowly, faintly glowing red beneath her skin. That had not been there before. I stepped closer. “What is that?” I demanded. The doctor barely glanced at it. “Subdermal hemorrhaging. Possibly a vascular reaction to trauma.” “It was not there,” I said sharply. He leaned closer this time, frowning. One of the nurses angled a brighter light toward her arm. The dark marking reacted, It shifted. Spreading slightly higher.

It was spreading, quickly, moving up my arm toward my elbow. Rian finally met my gaze. His eyes were wide. Not with coldness, but with alarm. “That is not right,” he muttered, his voice dropping to a low, panicked growl. “The stabilization should be scent only. It should not be visible.” I stared at the blue line tracing the path of my veins. It was moving faster now. It was reaching my elbow. It pulsed faintly, like a living vein of icy color. Rian reached out. His fingers brushed the blue line on my forearm. The instant his skin touched the color, the line flared. It intensified to a brilliant, terrifying cerulean blue.

l am telling you the difference between Smiling and blushing" favoue corrected. She folded her arms across her chest as she spoke. "So, what you're saying is that you weren't blushing but smiling?". Matt asked with a raised brow. "Exactly." "Oh, I see." Matt nodded and tapped his lips with his finger. "Then why are your cheeks so red, if you aren't blushing? Are your cheeks hurting?". "My cheek hurts so much that I can't even explain why". Favour replied, following his words too. "But, you've been blushing all day and it gets me wondering why your cheek doesn't seem to hurt because if it hurts I'm sure you won't keep doing it the entire time."

It was difficult to suppress, so she bit down on her lower lip, a makeshift dam against the joyous ripple threatening to spill over. Heat radiated from her cheeks, spreading to the tips of her ears. It felt like a telltale blush, a delicate bloom of roses on her fair skin. She was acutely aware of Azazel's piercing gaze on her, his amusement as palpable as the plush velvet beneath her fingertips. She prayed, oh how she prayed, that her blush wasn't as noticeable as she felt it was. A silent plea to the universe, her wishful attempt to hide the overwhelming emotions playing across her face.

“How do I know when a lady's blushing?” She looked at me, raising a surprised brow. “Why do you want to know that?” “Fine. You can ask me a question too. Answer mine.” “Well,” She placed her fingers on her smooth cheeks. “Here, right here. It goes all hot, and maybe a little pink. I don't know. My face doesn't grow pink though.” I tried my best not to let loose my laughter. Even as she spoke, her whole face looked like a tomato. She continued, “...Then, there's the neck, the ears, and probably the girl's reactions.” Even as she spoke, her eyes still never met mine.

“His jaw looks like his skull doesn’t have any skin on it. Like, all boney and shit.” “So, chiseled?” Jade asked, voice a little too excited. “Too chiseled,” I snorted. “With eyes that are too blue to be human. And muscles that practically scream steroids. Oh, and not to mention the veins in his hands that would kill him if he held a piece of paper the wrong way.” Silence greeted me from the other end. “Jade?” I asked, trying to make sure my friend wasn’t dead. “Are you there?”

"If you don't want this... if you still feel bound to him I can…" "No! It's not that," I said, reaching for the vanity mirror. I looked at my reflection. The skin of my neck was pale, but as I focused on it, I saw it. A faint, shimmering glow, like a diamond dust under the skin. It wasn't the Shadow Line crest and definitely wasn't the Northern brand. It was a pattern of geometric light that shifted when I breathed.

BLAISE It’s cold. I blink, eyelids heavy. The right underside of my neck aches with a dull pain, as if I’d slept on it wrong last night. There are blurs of gold, lines streaking vertically across my vision. I blink again, eyes creasing together. The lines slowly come into focus. At first, I’d thought that I was dreaming.