Tomato Blushing Novels & Stories

Her body trembles with fear and shame, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Doesn't feeling ashamed make your cheeks flush and your heart race? Are you masquerading as me to win over Blake once more? Did you have to take away his parents in such a brutal manner?" she asked, her fingers fumbling as she released the grip on her “Artemis” garment. I couldn't help but recall the image of her jittery figure as she hastily changed her attire. The substance is crimson red, indicating that it is blood. "I'm completely lost in understanding what you're saying—"

I held my breath, forcing myself to wash it in the sink even as my stomach churned and the threat of vomiting loomed once more. I gently stroked my stomach with wet hands. "Baby, please go easy on me. Mommy's going to feed you delicious, nutritious food, so please hold off on the fussing, okay? We need our energy." My hand reached for two ripe, red tomatoes. But the moment my knife pierced the thin skin, my movements completely froze. Tomatoes.

“I thought you were the one casting the spell?” “Yes, but you know yourself better than anyone else will. The way you see things is important too,” Shelley explains. Tom looks flustered. “Uh… red? Like a dark red. Sunflowers. Smelled like, I dunno. Lemon pancakes?” Shelley nods. “Uh… I could see bits in ultra-violet, I think?” I add cautiously, when it’s clear that Tom has nothing more to add. Shelley gives me a curious look. “Really? You can see that?”

Asks her: “Do you know what you and tomato have in common? Your face is all red" “Who… Who compares a person to a tomato?” – Mia stammers in response, her face showing even more embarrassment and confusion. “But then why do you blush when I kiss you? Normally you would scream at me, right? Maybe… you're more interested in kissing on the cheek?” Mia immediately pushes the man in front of her, glancing away. "No, don't be so narcissistic, okay?"

“There she is! The traitor who sides with monsters!” Before I could react, something wet hit me square in the chest. The rotten tomato burst across my white blouse, splattering red down the fabric. The sour smell hit instantly, stinging my nose and throat. Gasps rippled through the crowd gathering nearby. I froze, staring at the red stain spreading across my shirt like blood. Austin’s body tensed. The muscles in his jaw tightened, and his eyes turned deep red.

Chapter 122 Laura's pov Now it took a while for that attack to register into my brain over the tell me did I gradually run my fingers up to my face feeling the tomato gradually sloping down until it splattered to the ground but pieces of the rotten tomato was still on my face I could feel somebody dabbing the side of my face that had been stained with the tomato but my face was still very even without it and it was not out of embarrassment but out of livid anger.

“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.

he said, filling his own plate. "Here, try some spaghetti. I'm sure you'll like them." "Thanks. But you were blushing. I saw it!" I argued, teasing him. "It's okay to blush, you know? It's normal." He cursed under his breath. I snickered. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. No one will ever know that Achilles Valencian blushed." "Rosebud!" he warned, his grey orbs formed into a scowl. "Eat your food."

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

Her friend had a soft, warm glow, with a faint, uncharacteristic flush on her cheeks that hadn't been there this morning. "Mia?" she asked, her voice small and curious. "Yeah?" "Something happened today," Lauren said, a tiny spark of life breaking through her grief. "You have this... look. You’re smiling. Or you were, before you saw me. And you’re definitely blushing. You never blush." Mia immediately sat up straighter, smoothing her blazer and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I am not blushing. It’s the New York wind. It’s freezing out there, and I had to carry three bags of groceries."