Red Blush Face Novels & Stories

I hate my body for enjoying his touch. I feel heat rush into my cheeks. Seriously, Isabella, you're blushing right now. You weren't supposed to get angry, not blush. I'm sure I look like a tomato. He drew away from me and stared at my face. His lips quivered in mischief when he saw my rosy cheeks. "I love it when you blush," he teases.

Under the warm light, her face looked exceptionally radiant and soft. Alex didn’t miss her slightly flushed cheeks. He lifted her chin again, and she unconsciously met his unfathomable eyes. His profound gaze made her heart flutter unintentionally. Her heartbeat raced even more when his handsome face moved closer, their noses gently touching. "You look adorable every time you blush," Alex teased, gently stroking her smooth face. Evie’s cheeks flushed even redder, and she immediately looked away. "Who’s blushing?" she muttered disapprovingly. She only heard his low chuckle before feeling something warm touch her forehead.

Astrid's cheeks which were once adorned with a tender flush, a rosy canvas painted in love's delicate brushstrokes, hut in the blink of an eye, that masterpiece was set ablaze with the fiery hue of mortification, and embarrassment itself had taken up residence on her visage.

“This is your size. Someone specifically picked this out for you.” My face is on fire. “Was it a guy?” Jazz’s eyes light up. “Oh my God, was it a guy?” “No!” “It’s like it’s a guy,” Indie chimed in. “Look at her face!” “It wasn’t—there’s no guy—” “Then why are you blushing?” “I’m not blushing!” “You’re literally the color of a tomato right now.”

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.

She should have said she didn’t miss it. “It’s delicious,” he replied directly, making her face turn even redder. Damn his mouth! It was too explicit! Since she was fair-skinned, she knew Adam could clearly see the redness on her face, but she looked up at him again, causing him to laugh softly. He laughed, but his face still had that mysterious and serious aura. “Blushing,” he teased as his fingers gently brushed her cheek, leaving her speechless. She just turned her face to the side to avoid him.

I ask him with the intention of taking my mind off certain someone who is still so much focused on me. "You really wanna talk to me?" He questioned, surprised. A hint of red crept on his cheeks and it took me almost a minute to figure out that he was actually blushing. "Oh my god! Are you blushing?" I exclaimed in horror and amusement, covering my mouth with both my palms gaping at him. "Shut up." He scolded and turned in his chair to avoid letting me look at his cheeks. He looks adorable when shy. Blake has slightly pale skin that makes it easy for me to figure out when he is blushing and believe me when I say so, I never ever saw him blushing before. Like never!

I went back in front of the mirror and checked myself and did some retouch. While I was applying my blush on, I suddenly remembered the way he smirked and his voice that made my face so red. Ugh! That guy!

he finishes. “It’s not that,” I reply to him internally. “It’s something about this one, this little girl in particular. She’s… special in some way.” I’m looking at the little girl’s face, searching for an answer. But I can’t find it. I can’t see it. But I am looking at her long enough to notice her face start to look different. It starts with a flush, almost like she’s blushing at something. But then the color turned darker… almost blue or purple.

That was more treacherous if I fell beneath those eyes, leaving me to question my inner thoughts about my escape plan. But Goodness gracious! I was in a drift of being drawn away if I would not piss him off first. Then, his manly laugh vibrated inside the dining room. My brows creased in confusion. "Is there anything funny?" "You are just too cute when you have that red in your cheeks, is that what they called 'blush'?" My eyes widened as I touch my face to hide from his teasing. Why am I even blushing? "It's not a blush, that's blood. My face was just pale because of the coldness."