Peter Max Blushing Beauty Novels & Stories

Bran rolled his eyes. “Speaking of the devil...” My heart skipped a beat when my eyes landed on Max. She was in her oversized school blazer—sleeves too long, covering half her palms—and her short skirt. She walked like she belonged on a runway. Red growled in my head, thirsty for his mate. She had that lush, dark brown hair with the distinct white streak framing her face. Fuck me. She had to be the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. “Max!” Bran called out just before she walked past. She turned around.

“But I hate these pastie things. It feels like my nipples are suffocating when I wear them.” “I wasn’t aware that nipples breathed,” he laughed, his eyes watering as he discarded the offending flesh-coloured discs into the waste bin along with the ball of body tape. “Your car is here,” the set PA told her as he returned her phone. “Make sure you cream the make-up off,” Peter told her sternly as she frantically collected her things together. “Don’t sleep in it. I am not responsible for the acne that would cause.” “I promise,” she agreed and blew him a kiss.

It wasn't very pleasant though and it was hard to act normal because no one had ever dared to ignore him before. "What?" Anthea raised an eyebrow at the man in front of her. Light blue and white eyes, golden hair glittering with metallic luster, harmonious and beautiful five senses like a statue. This makes his beauty and temperament, not inferior to any god. But when she saw the mischievous smile on Maxi's beautiful face, Anthea silently cursed her thoughts. "I guarantee it, it won't let you down." Maxi winked at Anthea, trying to sound mystical. Lips do not forget to curve up into a crescent moon. This appearance makes Maxi more like a delinquent than ever.

She sure was strong. “Why is your face so red?” Morgan asked Peter. Peter realized he must have been blushing thinking of the adventures between the boss and the madam. “Nothing; I think the kitchen was too hot just now, so it got to me,” Peter said flusteredly. Morgan paid him no attention and looked at the petite woman in his arms.

Patty smiled and pulled her back from her bag to pull out her phone. “Don't worry, baby. I got you.” She said. She opened her phone and scrolled through her phone and finally stopped. She shifted closer to me and showed me Sasha's picture. Of course she was blonde. Blue eyes. She was perfect. This was just a selfie. I bet she had the perfect figure too. Without realizing it, I sighed dreamily. Patty gave me a funny look and I looked at her. “She's so pretty, Patty.” I said. Patty laughed and shook her head.

Piper sits beside me, her shoulders squared as she listens attentively to what is being said. I hadn't expected her to care much about the job, but obviously, she could pull her weight. Max who was seated beside me flicked a pen my way, drawing my attention away from the projector. He points in Piper's direction, his face pulled into a teasing smile. He leans into my side. "The blushing bride looks astounding today." He smirks and I roll my eyes at him. "That's my wife, Mr I don't know how to keep my dick in my pants," I whisper back at him, and he shrugs that stupid smirk never wavering from his lips.

PHEROMONE BLIND STARWRITES CHAPTER 2: INSTINCT Lucas's heart lurched into his throat. The Alpha standing a few feet away looked nothing like the composed, untouchable Eric Carter the entire campus admired. His school tie hung loosely around his neck, and the top buttons of his white shirt had been torn open. Damp strands of black hair clung to his forehead as he struggled to breathe. Most terrifying of all were his eyes. Gone was the calm blue Lucas had seen from afar countless times. They were crimson, wild, barely restrained.

I jerked the steering wheel to the side, pulling the car to a stop in front of a newly opened plastic surgery hospital. The trees on either side of the hospital entrance were adorned with colorful ribbons and balloons. There was also a poster prominently displayed at the entrance, featuring a "husband and wife" in scrubs and in the midst of performing surgery. However, it was precisely this poster that instantly ignited my anger. The woman in the poster was my wife, Stella Watson, but the man in the mask next to her was someone else.

Like Max said earlier, I had to make connections if I wanted to build my self-esteem career. " Eliana!", a familiar voice caught my attention. I tilted my head back to see Max, coming with a banquet of my favorite flowers, white roses. I loved them like crazy ever since I was in highschool. Max looked classy today not like that punk guy from my childhood. He shaved his beard, eyes glossing with more maturity than always. I believed that he had done this for my audience to leave a great impact about my personal life. Max ran his eyes on my outfit, feigned a heart attack before grinning big to tell me,

The man beside her cleared his throat capturing her attention immediately. Zia turned back and was immediately enchanted by the man before her. She had recognised him at one, Justin Build, the number one actor in the entire country, one that could make you sweat just by staring at him. Zia was caught in the moment as she gazed straight into those beautiful blue eyes. She had been lost for a second before she had glanced down at his beautiful full lips, but a smirk had formed on his lips, making her regain her senses immediately. " Pardon me sir,I must have lost my mind there for a second," Zia apologized. She was embarrassed after being caught staring. But he was just so handsome up close, a