Blushing Lines Novels & Stories

I pulled the small towel around my waist and shifted into the dim candlelight, looking closely at my inner thigh. The mark had changed. Just a few hours ago in the bedroom, there had been a faint, ghost-like tracing, something so light I thought I could wipe it away with a damp cloth. But now, after the blood-pumping intensity period of the sword fight with Aiden and Alex, the lines had noticeably settled. They were turning sharper, more solid, taking on the distinct, sharp geometry of an intricate, complex form. Even stranger, beneath the surface of my skin, the silver lines held a faint, tiny illumination pulsing in perfect, rhythmic sync with my heartbeat. Every time my blood pumped fast,

Her lack of self-confidence eating away at her. “Trying to cool herself down. My baby girl is looking rosy and ready to jump ship.” Linlin teased and spun her, pulled out a powder to blot TangShi’s face in an attempt to tone down the high color at her cheeks. Somehow though, it suited her and made her seem youthful and shy.

A light pink blush made my pale skin glow, and a vibrant red lip completed the look in the most impeccable way. I stared at myself for a long moment, taking in every dazzling aspect of myself. A deep flush flew through me, heating my body slightly. I've never looked so pretty before. The mark on my shoulder sat openly for all to see. I turned around and saw the fresh mark on my back. It was circled by a red ring of irritated flesh, but it also sat in an uninterrupted view of anyone who wanted to see it.

It was the kind of smirk that made my heart start acting strangely inside my chest. My cheeks suddenly felt hot. “OMG, what is happening to your cheeks?” Cynthia’s voice cut through my thoughts like she was waiting for something dramatic to happen. I touched my face immediately. “I don’t understand,” I said, panic slowly crawling into my voice. “What’s happening to my face?” “It’s red,” Cynthia said. “Your cheeks are red. You are blushing.” If I wasn’t slightly embarrassed, I would have rolled my eyes at her. “Cynthia, you always exaggerate things,” I said quietly.

again, not the girl who had just shattered every rule in the house. "Now, the 'hives,'" Chloe said, her eyes darting to the door. She grabbed a bottle of red-tinted blush and a stipple sponge. She began dabbing tiny, irritated-looking dots along my collarbone and the tops of my arms. "If anyone asks why you look flushed or why you’re acting jittery, it’s the allergic reaction. The fabric. The stress. It’s a weak story, Scarlett, but it’s the only one we’ve got that explains why you look like you’ve been through a war."

His beauty was one of a kind, pretty much eye catching and breathtaking, and hard to ignore An awe and pleasant to see, especially when laid down on a bed and waiting to be devoured. The lips were naturally baby pink, cheeks that instantly blush, a blush for a show, since he wasn't capable of blushing which was required for the elite ranks. And this artificial blush makes a man wonder if it's his first time, or he was just shy, even if his face normally blank and always show no emotion. A neckline that can make someone else throat dry, a sexy shoulder blade, a skin smooth white like jade, and milky hands that are soft. And sweet like cotton candy, slim legs that you'd want to keep for yourse

Her face was flushed similar to a cooked shrimp as a glaring pair of red lines began drawing under her nose before it hits the ground. Feeling the warm liquid sliding down my flesh, my hands automatically flew towards my nose. Shit!

My heart starts to gallop, and I get butterflies in my stomach as I reach for my phone and see that it’s Blake. Blake: Hey, Sweetness. How are you? How am I doing? Just peachy. Yeah, I have these lines all over my thighs that hurt when I move, and I have no idea where they came from! Me: I’m good. You? Blake: Good, but it will be better when I can see that beautiful face of yours ;) Me: You are such a suck-ass! Blake: Baby, I can show you what this mouth can do to your ass. Just say the word.

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.

I pointed out suddenly, just as I came across another thin white mark across his shoulders than ran all the way down to his mid-back. “There are so many of them…almost like a repetitive pattern.” It was something that I had just noticed, the thin lines that dotted his entire back. They were all whitish, almost blending with the color of his skin but I could still see them. Were they made by blades? Some lines were thinner than others and shorter, but others were a bit longer. I hadn't realized that I had been tracing the lines with my fingertips until I traced one of those lines back to his shoulders and met Draco’s eyes as he turned back to look at me.