Uraraka Blushing Novels & Stories

Does he even look like one that can help me in my more difficult time, no! I turned my head straight, only to hear Mars whispering. “Oh goodness, I'm blushing right now.” She whispered to me, with that excited face of hers. I stared at her as though I was looking at some dumb fool. Why was she blushing, just because I didn't end up being dragged away. Was I not getting dragged away by these scary men enough to get one blushing? My eyes on Mara right now have nothing to write home about. Should I say it was funny. No, it's.

She tried to focus on the food in front of her-- the roasted chicken and rice. Elara who was watching her, set down a glass of juice in front of her and stroked her hair, giving her a peck on the head before going to sit down, as did Orion. They had both exchanged curious glances, noticing how flushed Kira looked. "Kira, sweetheart…" Elara started slowly, a suspicious smile on her lips. "Is there a reason why you are so red?" "Yeah," Orion leaned in. "I think you are blushing. What has got you blushing like that?"

Jackpot! She bit her lips seductively as she stroked away the loosed hair from my face. Swallowing, I gazed down, focusing on her cheek, avoiding her eyes and lips because I couldn't trust myself from eating her here and there. Dammit, Arisa! You never hesitate to eat someone then why are you acting foolishly like this is your first time? "What are you thinking?" she asked out of the blue, making me jumped slightly. Really, Arisa? Get yourself together.

level. My half brother, Aaragorn was a mean looking punk. Several years younger then me, he looked fresh out of high school. He looked like an all star American kid with bleach blonde hair and star blue eyes. Must have came from mother. He reminded me of Nena's cute blonde hair. She was naturally so light colored. But this punk, was fake. He growled in disgust towards me. Obviously, not liking me from the start. He looked nothing like Kodiak. He barely looked mixed. Maybe he was adopted after all.

“ Aron , I am serious now . Stop it….. “ said Ayla with her face bright red . “ Pfft ! You are on your way to become a mother yet you still blush innocently like this . You are so cute . “ said Aron and kissed her again . “ ….Then , for the sake of me being cute , can you let me off the hook ? “ said Ayla . “ Hmmm………Have I ever told you that you arose me the most when you make this cute face ? “ said Aron with a devilish smirk .

Lila spat, though her voice felt small, fragile. “Am I not?” Arika cooed. “Tell me then, how does it feel to fail them again? To play hero and end up in a coma, while I dance through your memories like strings on a harp?” Lila turned in every direction, trying to find her. “Show yourself!” The darkness split. Arika stepped forward. Her body shimmered unnaturally, wrapped in deep violet armor. Her face glowed with unnatural beauty—uncanny and wrong—like someone had painted perfection over a corpse. Her eyes gleamed a molten red, and her lips twisted into a delighted sneer.

Yara said that made Kenzo laughed. "What's funny?" Yara asked. "You're still touchy just like before. "And you're still a bully." Yara said. Kenzo smiled. "But, you're more beautiful now." Kenzo said looking at Yara. She blushed and lowered her head. "And still blush easily when being complimented." Kenzo said. "Yara..." Kenzo didn't finish his words because of his phone ringing.

He didn't need to blush, his tired of that thing. “I don't blush I don't have that complexity, could you please let me go? I'm uncomfortable from this position.” Aru reached his back, only to touch the hands that were still holding him, unmoved. It was fast, right before his eyes, now he was the one laying unto the bed, and Kiro in between his thighs, in essence of danger made Aru gulp dry. “You really are not blushing, are you? Even when we are in this position? So, you're not a blusher kind?” he leans closer, with a paper thin of space separating them.

Gloria examined her damp face closely in the large bathroom mirror, her expression a mix of worry and lingering embarrassment. Her cheeks remained stubbornly flushed with a deep, ruddy glow that refused to fade, no matter how much cold water she had splashed on them. This persistent blush terrified her deeply—she absolutely did not want anyone, especially Lukas, to glance at her and immediately peg her as some cheap, desperate whore chasing after forbidden pleasures.

After applying the lip balm she felt she looked manageable, so she came out of the washroom and started walking towards her seat . While walking back Akira noticed someone looking at her . She looked up and met his gaze but the very next moment she stood transfixed, unable to move an inch further . There was something about his gaze . The strange look in his eyes trying to demand thousands of answers from her . For a moment she felt like she knew him somehow, but she couldn't figure out how . His cufflink looked familiar but she wasn't able to connect the dots . She gave a weak smile and returned to her seat without even caring if her smile was returned or not .