Blushing Lines Novels & Stories

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.

She is adorable when she blushes. ***

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.

His eyes were closed, his face completely red, and I reached forward to run a single finger along his cheekbone, "Why are you blushing so much?" He shrugged lightly and pulled the fabric of his mask down just a little to expose half of his mouth and his jawline, giving himself a chance to hide his blush properly. A few seconds later, his eyes flashed open again, staring at me intensely. "What is it?" My voice was hushed, my cheeks flushed pink. I leaned closer to him, trying to get an answer from him. His lips twitched ever so slightly as his eyes darted between my lips and mine, not saying anything.

“The point is I can’t walk around naked…” “Who cares about your nudity?”, she asked appalled. “Well if that red tint on your cheeks is any indication, I’d say you, you’re blushing and you do care” “What?, What? What is even your problem?”, She questioned in a high-pitched voice. “More blush”, he pointed to her cheeks. “That is anger blush not wanting to see you nude blush or whatever…” “Wanting?”, he questioned, “That’s new, you know love, all you need do is ask simply and I’ll be willing to indulge…”, he said smugly.

Cyrus replied confidently, "Yes, it's eyeshadow." "Wrong." Cyrus gave her another ten envelopes of money. She said, "This is a blush" George frowned. "It's obvious that there is also yellow in it." Sigrid explained quickly, "The yellow color is an orange shade of blush. There are also purple and light pink. However, they are all known as blush." George was speechless. Women were so troublesome. They were clearly yellow, purple and light pink. However, they only said that all of it was blush! What happened to the other three colors that got ignored? Why weren't those three colors included as well? It was so unfair!

he said again, like it was normal. I felt heat rush to my face before I could stop it. I quickly looked down, pretending to focus on the food. Why am I blushing? “This looks very good,” I said. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome. Now eat,” he said with a small smile. I nodded quickly, reaching for the spoon but the moment I tried to move my right hand, the IV line tugged slightly, making me wince. “Ouch!” I paused. This… was going to be difficult.

She hastily responded after minutes of holding the phone to her ear. For some minutes, she was busy wearing her shoe—the stilettoes that matched her work uniform. Her uniform was a mini skirt that revealed her lower thighs, and an arm sleeved shirt. *** “Mother Veer, what did you say about the lines?" Nyx asked the old woman who was seated opposite her. Some lines had already started showing on her—Nyx’s belly and she found them weird. “It's totally normal. It's almost similar to stretch marks but, they aren't stretch marks" Mother Veer responded.