Chopper Blushing Novels & Stories

Chloe The guy I had nicknamed "Blowjob guy" had left before anything happened, leaving me alone on the balcony once again with the attractive guy. I stared down at the blunt, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I had imagined myself gracefully inhaling and exhaling the smoke, as easy as they made it look on television. But reality turned out quite differently. As I pulled from the blunt, the smoke burned my throat, causing me to immediately choke. My throat tightened, and in the midst of my coughing fit, I heard his chair scrape against the ground as he approached and took the blunt from my hands.

My heart was still racing so fast it made my vision feel too bright, too sharp. Even the fucking grass was rotating— vertigo was definitely working overtime. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t. Because if it was… Dean now had a nuclear bomb in his hands. One he’d happily drop right into Chloe’s gossip-hungry lap. And Chloe? She couldn’t keep a secret to save her designer handbag collection. Her mouth was like her legs— always open.

my wolf said in my mind. "Why can’t I touch you? You keep blocking my defense!" Chloe whined. I raised my hand and slammed a heavy blow into her stomach. "Ouuuh!" Chloe yelled, her eyes wide with shock. Everyone was in utter disbelief. How did she do that? A sly smile curved on my lips as I saw the stunned look on Chloe’s face. "You can’t let her do that to you!" one of Chloe’s friends screamed from the crowd. She rushed toward me— And then, darkness took over.

I glanced at Nathan to see him turn red in fury and rush towards me. "Chloe!" He yelled over the loud grating noise, grabbed the plug to the blender, and yanked it out of the socket. And of course, he looked piping hot while doing it. His biceps flexed with each fluid-like movement he made, muscles contracting and relaxing in the sexiest way possible. The blender coughed its last breath and died off and I sighed in relief. It could have blown the kitchen to bits. And what excuse did I have for my actions-

Gently, she touched the injury on her face, and when she saw the blood after she looked at her hand, she returned her gaze to me and growled. “Stay back, Chloe! I am warning you!” I showed her my claws and readiness to sink them into her if she dared to come closer. But Chloe was very wary of me at that moment, and she dared not to make any move. She began to whisper some strange words, and the wound on her face vanished, but the wrinkles, the pores, and the gray hair remained the same. She had lost the youthfulness she gained from attacking my Luna. “You are going to regret this, CEO Max!” She threatened, and then, with her hands slowly going up, she caused a whirlwind to move around us wit

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

The minute summer started in Blubridge, Charlie had pretty much left Gastonburry behind her. Her heart swelled in the warm summer breeze, she clings to that blue-eyed boy, skin to skin, mouth to mouth, hand in hand, falling head over heels with each other like nothing else mattered. His thick red lips were driving her crazy, she just couldn't resist not kissing him all the time.

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."

What kind of revenge would it be if you get it over with quickly? Blair quickly gets to her feet, glaring at me. “You will regret this, Chloe," she declares, holding her arm tightly with her other hand to stop the bleeding from the puncture wounds from my bite. I shift back to my human form. “I am going to watch you die a slow and agonizing death," I snarl as I step toward her. I meet her hate filled eyes with my own as I picture myself crushing her skull in my head. Blair instantly falls to her knees in pain while holding her temples. “AAHH!!” She cries out as I force more pressure around her skull with my mind. The pleasant sound of her skull fracturing under pressure is music to my ears

He can't help but look her way, smiling and winking an eye at her making her break into a hot blush on her face. She quickly looks away and towards her screen, slowly slouching her body down so her face is covered by the computer screen. She closes her eyes, taking a deep sigh, puffing her cheeks. She's startled when she opens her eyes and sees Chloe, her best friend in front of her. Jumping in suspense at the sudden appearance of her best friend and daughter of the owner of the coffee shop, she tilts her cup, spilling some of the ice blends on her left thigh. The chill of the ice-making her goosebump as she feels the coldness penetrate through her jeans.