Goofy Blushing Novels & Stories

“Look who’s glowing.” Jasper leaned forward and squinted at me. “You’re smiling way too much for someone who just got back from grocery shopping.” I rolled my eyes. “Mind your business.” Billy stood and crossed his arms like he was interrogating me. “We didn’t mind our business. That’s exactly why you’re blushing like that.” “I’m not blushing,” I said quickly, covering my cheeks even though I totally was. I could feel the heat rising, and that only made it worse.

"You have no idea just how handsome you look when you smile,' I tell him. Suddenly he turns away, but... I can see the back of his head, his ears to be precised, they're bright red just like tomatoes. So he can.... Blush I tell myself with a chuckle ready to tease him and go on and on about this new found weakened of his when suddenly I feel a child down my spine, goosebumps all over my skin as I flinch in horror. What is this feeling? Suddenly the room gets rowdy, mutters grow loud and heads turn. My curiosity gets the best of me and I also turn around to see for myself the reason behind the great outroar and there it was. Her!

he murmured as his eyes darted down to my lips then back to my eyes. I couldn't stop my giggle from breaking free at his corny answer. "It sounded corny?" He questioned with a shy smile and I nodded, noticing the faint redness in his ear lobes increasing the more he blushed. "It's cute when a man blushes honestly," I pointed out the fact that he was blushing which only made his face become rich in deep crimson red. "I'm not b-blushing," he faltered his nonsensical objection, moving his body a little away from mine with a visible hurt ego, my laughter rippled through the air—earning myself a side glare.

Alaric says with a smirk, reminiscent of a cat who just finished a bowl of cream. As I feel Neo's chest tremble with a hearty laugh, a warm blush spreads across my cheeks, illuminating my face with a rosy hue. The sound of his laughter resonates deep within me, filling my heart with joy and causing a fluttering sensation to dance in my stomach. It's a moment of pure happiness, a moment that I want to hold onto forever.

I walked closer, still unable to hide my grin. “Oh, look at that. Blushing, huh, doll?”

I looked up again and saw the attendant grinning mischievously. Her smile widened like a cat with a bowl of cream. “Aww… how adorable! Look at you, blushing.” “I’m not blushing. I’m a grown man,” I muttered under my breath, cursing the warmth in my face. Of course, I was blushing. I knew this would happen anyway. I cleared my throat. “So, can we get the gifts, please?” She nodded slowly, the smile still on her face.

, He asks. Am I blushing !? " S..stop ! I'm not b..blushing. Ethan, can you j..just put your l..lips normally ? I didn't draw a s..smiling you.", I scoff. " Sorry. I couldn't stop smiling seeing you all red. So I actually have some effect on you.", he says. " Shut up ! ", I grit my teeth, glaring at him. And he instantly stops smiling realizing I'm clearly angry. Yes I'm so mad and frustrated right now. I don't know why he is affecting me like this. Maybe I was really blushing.

“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.

What the fuck is wrong with this man? "Let me go." I whispered to him. He shook his head with a smirk before asking, "You're blushing. Why are you blushing?" Im not blushing. Im fucking embarrassed. "I'm not blushing you idiot. I'm fucking embarrassed." I whispered. "Liar, i made you blush." Ace replied proudly. "No you didn't." I whispered back. "Sure." Ace smirked. "Ahemmm." Grace cleared her throat, earning our attention.

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.