Black Hair Pale Skin Novels & Stories

The very first thing I notice is that she is so pale, she looks inhuman. As I look her over, I notice one thing very quickly. Her eyes are completely black, there is absolutely no pigmentation at all. It’s such a stark contrast to her brilliant red hair, that I must take a second look deep into those big black holes. She touches my hand with something sharp and then I feel nothing at all.

He still marveled at the boy's smooth, flawless skin. Stooping, Storm kissed Bash's dusky pink nipples. Like a hungry lion, he bit and licked around the chest till it looked plump, when the left was between his lips, he pinched the right. He could never understand Bash's skin tone, he wasn't white nether was he black. He was somewhere in between Masllian and Eastern, a combination that he found rather odd. Bash moaned softly as he finally got to touch Storm's silky hair. He could barely keep his eyes open as the man violated his hard nipples.

They must not get very many new people in this place. I wouldn’t consider myself a beauty by any means with my light auburn hair and light complexion. I also wouldn’t consider myself an ogre either. It has always been the thought of the world that I am nothing in comparison to Katherine. Her dark brown almost black hair, high cheekbones, and olive skin give her a look completely the opposite of mine.

Though it was not my fault in the way they had believed it was. 'You are wonder, lily,' he used to say to me, because she was to him. But also, because I was pale. White as melting slabs of iceover a river in spring. Where other members of the Blood Moon pack had skin the yellow of melted butter, my skin was like ice, my hair pale, too, like a curtain of white silk cascading down my scalp onto my shoulders and further below, to the indent of my waist.

His face looked disapproved, but he snorted and then did as I said. Gal looks up, looks at me with a smile. She had changed her hair color to her original, black. And besides our different traits, our hair is different. If Gal's hair color is black, I have a slightly darker Brunette. That's why it's not hard for anyone to tell us apart. You only have to see our hair to recognize us.

The lighter skin one has his hair blocking his face but you can tell he is horribly shy, because he would not even look at me while the other keeps staring at me with a face that makes me know he can not be shy. Yet, they look irresistible, like two little puppies that made you steal them to your house because the cashier at the pet store was wasting your time to let them go home with you. And lastly. The pale skinned one. He looks like he had just stepped out from a world that had never seen the sun, with white hair and silver eyes that looked like they stared deeply into my soul. He looked otherworldly. He looked beautiful. Did I die and reincarnate, maybe?

He is powerful, cunning, evil, and sly. “The god of chaos,” I said. And he smiled widely. “Not many people outside this kingdom know me, but she could tell from looking at me she is indeed smart,” he said, smiling. Honestly, he is not looking bad at all; from the way he sat and crossed his legs, he must be very tall. He has bright white skin. I can’t tell if he is muscular or just lanky with the baggy clothes he is wearing, but the clothes look good on him. Black must be his favourite colour, as his nails are also painted black. But what I don’t understand is his hair style. He had on a galax hairstyle, with the hair in the middle looking like spikes. He is still handsome, even with the craz

He sat up in bed again, making Alethea tense up in anticipation. "You've never looked in a mirror?" he asked curiously. Alethea nodded but quickly realized he wouldn't see it. "I have, sir. But I've never examined my face that closely. Sometimes my eyes look black, but other times people say they're brown," she replied matter-of-factly. Sebastian smirked slightly. "What about your hair? What color is it?" "The same as Miss Shareeza's—copper." "Your skin?" "I don't know if my skin is considered fair or warm-toned," Alethea said, glancing at her hands in turn.

What if I am being selfish by choosing to stay indoors? I tried not to read too much into it, but there was something unfamiliar about him. His skin was that of the colour of a camel, but a bit pale and smooth, almost to the point of perfection. And two of the things I envied about him was the perfect pitch-black afro pulled into a ponytail on top of his head, as well as the faded freckles dotting his T-zone, one would not be able to see them unless they were sitting or standing really close.

᯽⊱❈═ A U D R A ═❈⊰᯽ Eyes as dark as the night that now surrounded him, black hair and a pale skin that was the complete opposite of what normally belonged to him. A disguise. A crude one. Well, but it wasn't as if the dragon needed more, not as if anyone would notice it was him, not with that little intellect that all those guards seemed to possess.