Hinata Blush Novels & Stories

Red Satin Lana's Pov Dressed in a red satin short gown, I spun, checking myself out in the mirror. My curled hair cascaded below my shoulders accentuating my look. My cheekbones were highlighted with the little brown blush I added to my cheeks and my lips were a moderate nude pink mixed with a bit of brown color.

Aiden laughs, helping us make our way downstairs and checking to see that most people have left. “Good thing you want an encore, because you will love what is coming,” Hikaru says. Their cock is lifting their already short skirt and exposing their thighs and balls. It’s quite the sight especially with them glistening and sparkling as they are right now. I know my pants are tented. Blaze looks over at us and laughs, “Have fun with that PMS! I wish you all luck!” He walks out, and Raff pulls his boots and pants off, handing Hikaru lube.

Yawn~ A beautiful girl with a red hair yawned gracefully as she woke up from her sleep. Her eyes were half close while her two hands was caressing her messy hair gently. She was none other than princess Hana of the Silver Moon Pack. She have orange eyes with black pupils, well proportioned face and jaw line, red lovely lips, and angelic face that every other woman next to her will feel ashamed. Bang! “Happy 18th Birthday!” The door of her room suddenly burst open and a beautiful lady wearing a long gown that was green in color walked in with a man beside her. They greeted her joyfully after entering the room which stunned princess Hana as she was caught off guard.

“You’re right Hazel and oh Nina it’s important that you give us a colour to work with “ insisted Scarllet “Uhmm, I don’t have a beat colour but Aiden said Red looks good on me” I said with a small smile “No, red is going to be too shorty and then it will all collide with your hair colour …we need another colour , there’s a lot of colour options out there “ suggested Scarllet

"Nothing." "You're staring." "So are you." "Because you're beautiful." Heat rushed to my face so fast it was almost painful, and from the way his expression shifted — that slow, insufferable curve of his mouth — he had been waiting for exactly that. "There it is," he murmured. I groaned. "Shut up." "The blush." "Jaxon —" "The famous Aurora blush." His thumb traced lightly along my cheekbone, doing absolutely nothing to help. "Right on time."