Chopper Blushing Novels & Stories

"Whatever.. Anyway guys this is my cousin Bliss who is going to be staying with us for the time being and Bliss this is Chloe and Piper" Chloe is the blond and Piper is the flour girl. "Hey, nice to meet you Bliss" they say simultaneously and suddenly Piper pulls me into a hug... I stiffen at first because I am not used to people accepting me so quickly and then she start patting my back and I relax into her hold. "Welcome to the family Fresher... You are highly welcome" she remarks.. Did I forget to say she scents like flour mixed with butter. What do I expect anyway when she is baking.

Chloe let out a sharp, humorless chuckle. Then, suddenly, she grabbed the scissors from the table. At that moment, I was holding a large peony bloom, its lush petals obscuring my view. I only noticed the glint of metal just as I lowered the flower—just in time to see the sharp tip of the scissors flashing toward my face. Instinct took over. I shoved her hand away with force. "Ah! That hurts!" Chloe shrieked in pain. I looked down and saw a thin red gash appear on her pale arm, blood welling up almost instantly.

Chole muttered, resting her hands in her hips with a malicious grin across her face. Sapphire immediately stood up and raised her hand to her in an handshake. "I'm Sapphire Blac." With this, Chloe's dark eyes rolled on Sapphire's slim body. It looked as if she was disgusted so, she didn't bother receiving the handshake.

Without a word,I grab her waist, twirl her around and pin her against my bike. My face looms dangerously near hers and I watch, mesmerised by how her big eyes widen, probably shocked. “ You think I look cute when I blush? Then why don't I just become your boy toy? I promise to always look cute every time for you. What do you say,huh?” I whisper in her ears,my breath fanning the side of her face. Chloe's breath hitches and the sound of her heart thumping is the only sound between us. Slowly,I guide my hand to her chest and place it over her left breast.

Their contest came to a stop when a voice rang out among the crowd. “What is it you wanted to say?” “Yes, tell us!” Chloe's peers cheered, making Chloe blush, looking all shy. The naive young men also cheered and whistled. There was no one who didn't want to associate themselves with the Alpha's daughter, who thought she was beautiful but actually looked like a gorilla in peacock's skin.

Time running out Chloe sat at home, swirling a glass of red wine, entirely unfazed. She had changed into a robe and was painting her nails, the television muted in the background. To her, the entire ordeal was nothing more than an inconvenience. “They exaggerate everything,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “The girl was fine. Ares is always so dramatic. Slapped me…” She scoffed. “Twice now…oh Ares, I owe four of your kids two slaps each.”

He remembered her words and without any thought, he darted out of the roots of the tree. Alex watched in calm as Weaver opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when the motion of a red blur shot out from underneath the slightly uprooted roots of a tree. Weaver was about to give chase but was stopped by Alex, who gently bit down on his tail. "Do not give chase." Alex said firmly and Weaver pulled his ears to his head but nodded while looking into the direction the red blur had run in.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

She looked frantic. "Chloe?" I said. My voice sounded so strange. "What did you do to me?!" she screamed, lunging toward me. I stepped back into the corridor. "You weirdo! Is this some Japanese magic? Fix it! WHAT DID YOU DO!" Chloe kept yelling. I caught a glimpse of us in the grand hallway mirror. A short, messy girl in a hoodie screaming at a beautiful, composed blonde in a blue pyjamas. I took her upstairs. "Chloe, calm down," I said, my hands steady. I reached out to touch her arm, but she flinched. "I’m just as shocked as you are.

I blink, afraid if I look away she’ll disappear somehow, that maybe I’m just imaging all this. She’s drenched from the rain, dark red hair hanging around her face, somehow highlighting her intense green eyes. Dressed in hiking boots, black leggings, and a white t-shirt with the words Shadowfall along the collar, my eyes go right to her breasts on their own accord and—fuck—I can see the faint outline of her nipples through the wet fabric. I’ve wondered what Chloe looks like naked multiple times over the years. I’ve caught glimpses of her here and there, most happening innocently enough. But seeing her—all of her—has been the subject of my dreams more times than once.