Try To Make Me Blush Novels & Stories

“No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are!” she said, pointing at me. “Look at your face right now. You’re all flustered. Your ears are red.” “They are not.” i argued. “They are.” She leaned closer like she was inspecting me. “Oh my god, they totally are. You’re blushing. Spill!” I covered my face with my hands. “You’re so annoying.” “I’m right, though.” mia said. I sighed, pulling my hands down. “Fine. Let’s say, hypothetically, I liked someone. Why would I tell you?”

I whispered, panic rising as I tried to dab at the stain. Dream didn’t move, just watched me, eyes dark and amused. “Are you okay, Gloss?” he asked, tone deceptively casual. I nodded quickly, cheeks burning. “Yes! Totally okay! Don’t worry about it! It’s just… punch. Not a big deal.” He smirked, that faint predatory gleam in his eyes making my stomach twist. “You’re blushing,” he observed. I waved my hand frantically. “No! Not at all! Maybe a little… heat regulation… thing…”

It was so embarrassing that my cheeks were quick to bail on me and betray me, they just had to give Maya and Danny more reasons to taunt me and the worst part was that they were expert when it comes to that and they weren't going to just let it go just like that which was going to make things more annoying and weird. " Why are you blushing Anna?, Tell us," Danny asked and I immediately used my hands to cover my cheeks. I couldn't believe that they were actually red like a tomato when they should be normal. I tried slapping it hoping it would go back to normal but it just made things worse and I didn't even know how to help the case more.

I covered my cheeks as I felt myself blushing. "Oh, you don't have to seduce people. It's just your mate. And don't worry, I'll give you some tips on how to do it. " Ruth winked. "But before that, you need a makeover." "A makeover? What is that?" "Oh, poor child. You really don't know anything, do you?" I blushed. "I'm sorry…"

Although I knew that something bad was likely about to happen, the last thing I wanted to do was back down now and accept defeat. "Good thing you know better then," his husky voice practically vibrated through my body, sending an unwelcome shiver down my spine, "because I don't get jealous, Miss Carson. Guys get jealous of me." "Ohhhhhh, that makes much more sense," my voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Do these special powers of yours work on all guys?" "Mhmm," he mumbled, inching impossibly closer to me until I could feel his breath tickling my ear. "Including your little lover boy when he finds out I did this."

I shake my head furiously, clamping my lip shut. "Should I make you talk?" Raising his brows he threatens taking a step towards me. Squealing while covering my face, I race up the staircase going to our room. Banging the door I lean against it, taking a few minutes to calm my self. Silly. Silly. Why did I have to go think of that and make myself blush? Why did I even blush? Hopefully he won't ask me what made me blush when I go to him for my learning.

I blush turning around "Oh I'm sorry is my little Mari blushing" My mom comes rushing towards me and turns me around "Nope I don't blush, it's just hay fever" I start squeezing the bridge of my nose and she scoffs hitting my shoulder "Well I'll put these flowers in a vase" She picks up the flowers and starts humming some lullaby

He says. " Yeah! Bye, " I slightly nod. " Hm, love you. " My stomach churns again before he could see the blush crawling on my face, I disconnect it. I puff out a breath with a smile. My phone beeps. I quickly look in it. ' Your blush makes you more beautiful. ' " I need to control it. " I chuckle and close the cupboard.

“Nervous, maybe. But I’m not—well, I mean—this isn’t like…” “Not like a date with Darian? Yeah, we know,” Daisy says flatly, gesturing wildly at the camera. “You’re glowing. The world is glowing through you. But let’s make sure everyone else notices tonight too, yeah?” I bite back a laugh. “Fine, fine. Step one: eyes. Step two: cheeks. Step three…” My hands fumble with the little container of blush Daisy handed me, her instructions echoing through the speaker. “Step three: what exactly?”

He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable. They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating. She looked away before he saw her looking. Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed. "Don't," Ava said. "I didn't say anything." "You were about to." "I was about to say that you did the face." "I don't have a face." "The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."