Ichiban Blush Blush Novels & Stories

I opened the door and he immediately smirked. “I didn't know that that cute innocent face has been hiding this kind of figure all this time.” My eyes widened and blood ran through my cheeks as soon as she said that. “Too cute too with those fluffy blushing cheeks, my little Ichigo,” He then chuckled and so did the sales lady so I just went inside and tried on the last dress. This one's beautiful. It is a cobalt blue off-shoulder dress. The top is fitted but the skirt is not that flowy and it has gold veins and lining at the very bottom.

"It's basically champagne and ivory. The site just calls it that." "Same difference," Naomi said, leaning over my shoulder, her fingers scrolling a bit faster on the touchpad. "Carla's right, though. We need some color. How about… deep emerald green? Or maybe dusty rose? To match the blush on your cheeks whenever you see my dad." She wiggled her brows. "One, I'm not wearing a blush-colored dress and two, I don't blush every time I see your dad," I countered, a familiar smile tugging at my lips.

I turn to the mirror and gasp—the woman staring back at me is absolutely stunning. My eyeshadow is a shimmering silver with a touch of black, showcasing my eyes and making them look absolutely stunning. The lashes Bill used add the perfect volume and length. My brows are drawn into a straight black line, framing my face with precision. With all the boxes checked for the perfect look, my cheeks have been given the ideal touch of light red blush, creating a striking contrast with my complexion. “Let's run away together,” Janelle says. “I'd marry you right now.”

Cyrus replied confidently, "Yes, it's eyeshadow." "Wrong." Cyrus gave her another ten envelopes of money. She said, "This is a blush" George frowned. "It's obvious that there is also yellow in it." Sigrid explained quickly, "The yellow color is an orange shade of blush. There are also purple and light pink. However, they are all known as blush." George was speechless. Women were so troublesome. They were clearly yellow, purple and light pink. However, they only said that all of it was blush! What happened to the other three colors that got ignored? Why weren't those three colors included as well? It was so unfair!

It wasn't possible she fainted right in front of Rohini her bestie . What was happening? Iliana rushed up to the mirror and the reflection made her gasp out loud .She was an Indian girl with a normal family and normal looks , black hair brown eyes with a wheatish tanned skintone but the woman in the mirror had nothing of that sort . She had long wavy fuchsia hair with shimmering blue eyes that were darker than the oceanic surface . Her skin was so white that she was nearly as pale as a ghost and maybe she was suffering from fever which made her cheeks flush with a tint of red .

A tall blond girl said as she patted the empty seat for Mia to sit. She sat on the chair and in the next moment, she felt hands on her hair, face and body. "Let's see what we can do to you, you have a pretty face so we should make a natural makeup look, for the hair let's just curl in wavy and your dress is going to be red since this represents the symbol of our pack." Jane said and smiled. "Ok girls, let's make this girl a beautiful princess." May smirked and Mia blushed.

I was a Luna Queen. The makeup artist, a young woman with expertly applied makeup herself, began her work. She applied a lightweight foundation that matched my skin perfectly, accentuating my fair complexion without masking my natural skin tone. This was followed by a blush that imparted a rosy glow to my cheeks, making my blue eyes pop. For the eyes, she chose a soft smoky look, which further amplified their azure depth. A few coats of mascara, and my eyes transformed into mesmerizing pools of sapphire. The makeup was completed with a pink lipstick that felt feather-light on my lips, giving them a naturally flushed look.

Those were her lucky bells, whenever she was troubled by her thoughts, she would ring them, and the melodious, clear, and subtle ringing would instantly calm her down. She is Bianca. Bianca is as her name suggests, her skin is a rare cold white colour, and there are always people asking her if she is anemic, in order to shut those people's mouths, although Bianca never wears makeup when she goes out on weekdays, she will bring a box of blush with her. At this moment, without bringing blush, she could only gently pat her cheeks. Bianca was wearing a navy blue yoga outfit, the clothes wrapped tightly around her body, outlining her pretty figure wonderfully.

the nail tech asked. I looked over at Mer. “What do you think? Something soft and classy?” She nodded. “Nude or blush pink. It’ll go with your dress.” I smiled and nodded. “Blush pink, please. And short. I don’t want to scratch the babies.” As the nail techs got to work, buffing and shaping, Mer leaned toward me. “You know, you’re glowing even more now than you were before we left.” I laughed. “I think it’s the sugar scrub.”

Blue did little more than stare at her own reflection in the empty plate in front of her. Only when Anya re-emerged with a teacup of coffee—sans milk—and Marian took the very same seat at the end of the table did she finally look up. This time, the woman wore a plum-colored dress, far more modest on the chest, her hair secured in a neat bun. And as Blue glanced towards the woman, she couldn’t help but feel she was staring straight into a mirror, gazing upon the horrid, twisted future she faced. She stared straight back into her plate.