Gacha Blush Novels & Stories

Sitting idle reminds me of my weekend fling, which makes me think deep about Sin and heat creeps up my neck. It’s uncomfortable when you get that in a public place but thank God for the spanish blood in me, I have this natural tan and glow that makes my blush not as obvious as Lily’s. Bipasha’s skin though is totally goals, that brash girl doesn’t ever blush and she gloats about it all the time. The shrill of my ringtone had me reaching into my oversized purse, Anastasia’s contact appeared on my screen. I picked the call up and resumed my walking.

He tidied up his clothes, knocked on the windowpane before casually entering the carriage with a neutral expression. Seiran also tried very hard to control her burning face. She hastily rubbed her nose, inwardly groaned. The rosy color is slowly gone. However, if one looked closer at her earlobes, they would notice, the tip are as red as the ripen tomato. -------- Present time. Mochi is quick in pestering its host. The blue energy ball didn't felt guilty, and it's blatantly ignored the host's jeering look. Mochi also seemed to forget its enmity from before.

I uttered. She made a sad face and pouted her lips, "Oh, I thought it's you." She opened her make up kit and hand me the blush-on the moment she take it out. "Here," "Thank you so much, Lisa." I run towards Patty who was currently eating her porridge slowly. "I wanna eat that steak." "You can't. Here, let me put this on you." "What's that?" "A blush-on. Let's put some on the right side so that they won't notice you got some toothache." I put a some enough amount of blush-on on her right cheek until the color fit equally to the left one.

It’s a handy Power to have in a world that’s mostly without electricity. Plush is the second youngest of the Miracles, the sixth born. She’s about five foot five, slightly chunky but not fat, with long, curly blonde hair, blue eyes and very fair skin. Her real name is Angela. We all called her Angie until her Power appeared. Plush can move things with her mind—telekinesis it’s called. We initially gave her the name Push because of the way she could push things around, but she didn’t like the name because it was too easily transformed into Pushy. She insisted we call her Plush instead—Push with an “elle,” she explained. When someone can drop things onto your head with just a thought, you don’

I pulled her back into my arms, pulling her down with me so she was on top of my chest as I laid down. "I, Sin Black accept you, Blossom Kildan as my mate, Luna and my Queen" I said happily. She rested her hands on my chest, looking up at me with a small smile "I, Blossom Kildan accept you, Sin Black, as my mate, Alpha and King" she said, making my smile grow ten fold. After that we just stared at each other for a while, smiles on both of our faces. That is... until she began to frown

I teased. Her face reddened, “Who’s sweet? Stop spouting nonsense.” “Is that a blush?” My eyes widened. I’ve never seen Mika blush and I mean ever. The red spread to the tip of her ears, making her pale skin flush and adorable, “Who’s blushing?” she glared at me, but the combination only made her cuter, “Mika is blushing, the almighty frowning queen Mika can’t handle a compliment. So cute,” I gushed.

Drawing a sharp breath, the black spectral figure known as Zemra Qreiyllin said coldly, “This human is indeed impressive. However, being able to summon eighty-one Jade Blossoms is one matter, having them all bloom is another…no way!” With eyes opened wide, Chuba exclaimed, “Fifty of them have bloomed! They’re Historial Jade Blossoms!” As they spoke, the flowers around James continued to bloom one after another, surpassing the count of fifty. “Sixty! Hongrome Jade Blossoms too?!!” Chuba counted, his voice growing increasingly astonished, “Seventy! A few more Historial Jade Blossoms!” Even Zemra, who usually had a calm composure, broke character. He stared at the radiant white light in awe.

Ga-chi. The grinding wasn’t in my neck anymore. It was in the tower’s very foundations. The necrotic sigil on my skin flared a violent, blinding gold, the "Second Prime" marrow inside my arm reacting to the proximity of its source. It didn't just vibrate; it revolted.

I said almost blushing. What? I blushed?? How could I blush with just that little statement of his?? I have never blush neither have I talked to a guy like this before. What might be wrong with me?? . . . T.B.C. What’s wrong with Mia oh? Like, comment and share for faster update. Still me; Authoress Damsel❤ Love you all❤

LYRA I stare at my reflection in the mirror, transformed. The gown I wore was a piece of perfection hugging every curve of mine. The silk fabric clings to my skin, showcasing my figure in a way that makes me feel so different. The dress is a deep, rich blue, almost purple, almost like Sage knew exactly what to pick out for me all the time. It's an offshoulder with long lace sleeves flowing. I know this date was supposed to be casual but Sage didn't think as I did. He was hell-bent on making it a bit overboard.