Novel & Cerita Black Hair Pale Skin

he said, holding up a finger, “let’s just review, shall we? Because frankly I’m starting to feel like I’m in the presence of some celestial being or mythical creature or something.” “Oh gods, here we go,” I muttered. “First,” he said, ticking off on his fingers, “your hair. That stark white—not silver, not blonde—actual white. And it’s long. Like holy-shit-don’t-sit-on-it long.” I laughed under my breath. “Second—your skin. Like… I don’t even think alabaster is the right word. Porcelain? Snowflake-kissed perfection? I don’t know, but it’s unnatural.”

Demi Moore nodded again. He was pleased when the man saw Demi Moore nod as if he had just eaten a sugar block. He grabbed a bit of his hair; it seemed out of habit; his fingers were articulated and looked very beautiful; this is how Demi Moore noticed, so last night, she was not mistaken; his hair was not the color black, which is almost tanned yellow. A foreigner, no, is a mixed-race person; although he looks a bit Western-oriented, the five-sensory curve is perfect, but he still can see the silhouette of the Easterner.

“Some of us need to appear more human but our natural coloring sometimes make that difficult. Please don’t repeat this to anyone. I could get in trouble.” “I won’t tell a soul. You have my word on that. So as an example, someone with blonde hair could really have black hair?” “Exactly. It would make one look more human and less threatening.” Someone in the public eye. Someone who deals with humans all the time. Jessie tried to imagine Justice with black hair but it was hard to do. It suddenly explained why his long eyelashes were black. Sometimes she saw a little dark blue in the depths of his eyes but from a distance they appeared the darkest shade of brown ever, bordering on black.

Harriet's pale lavender hair was a very rare color in the North. When the maids braided Harriet's hair in a Northern women's hairstyle, Harriet was often complimented on how beautiful her hair color was. Harriet just chuckled at that. She actually felt that the physique of the Northerners was much more beautiful than those of women in the capital. Northerners had soft, fair skin with pink undertones, and they usually had dark-colored hair. Meanwhile, Harriet's skin had pale undertones, almost transparent, and her entire body couldn't stand the bright sunlight from the sky reflecting off the white snow.

I stood up to approach them. He is white as in! He is like pure snow. No no. He was like a man made from pure white snow. From his white hair. It seems that the whiteness of his skin is not normal, does he still have blood? Maybe his blood is white too?! Does she stretch out in the sun?! If not, I will expose him. I looked into his eyes. Silver. Light silver eyes, the edge of his iris is black, even the color of his pupils. Those beautiful eyes are brand new to me.

This ‘person’ is even more beautiful than his mother, and also him, who was hailed as the most beautiful boy of his kingdom. But, his and his mother’s good-looking appearance is considered as an exotic beauty because of their hair as black as an ink, and their skin as fair as a snow, making them look mysterious. On the other hand, this ‘person’ before him is an ethereal beauty, which makes one sigh and admire.

Sandra spat. “Wow, you’re not only ignorant, you’re an idiot, too.” I replied in mock surprise, “Take a trip to Ireland and say that to someone there, Sandra. Not all Irish people have red hair and green eyes. Black Irish people have a darker complexion, black or dark brown hair, and typically dark brown eyes, but I was born lucky.” “She’s right, Sandra. My great-grandfather is a quarter Black Irish, and you are ignorant.” Nathan scoffed at his girlfriend, “We’re done. Staying with you would just be an insult to myself and my family.”

Setting my tea down and running my hands over my face and through my hair, I take a deep breath and release it slowly. “Don’t you find it odd that no one ever made a big deal over the color of Tresia and my hair, our eye colors or even how dark our skin is compared to everyone else? Platinum hair? No one else has ever seen our color hair before. Our eyes are a different shade of blue and also never seen before. When we were born our skin was so pale that mom use to tell us she was afraid to take us into the sunlight. Now, we look like we go to a tanner everyday.”

Valis said. Pharos was as tall as Kade but slender instead of built. His mocha skin tone complemented his hazel eyes. He could effortlessly pass for a model on the front page of a fashion magazine. Vladimir also looked like a model but had alabaster skin, sky blue eyes, and bleach blonde hair. You could tell that the hair was natural though instead of being bottle blonde. “It’s very nice to meet you. We appreciate you coming tonight,” Kade said, offering his hand to both men.

I get up from my bed and go to my bathroom to get fresh for the morning. As I put the toothpaste on my toothbrush and brush my teeth, I study my face in the mirror. I look so pale. My skin looks ghostly white and so does my eyes. The blue from my eyes has almost gone, only the black pupil and the dark outline of my iris remains. It seems like my eyes have on color. There’s no color in my cheeks either and purple bags hang under my eyes. My wild black hair descends to my back which looks messy at the moment. Of us three, I am the only one who got mom’s prominent features otherwise my sisters are silver blond and have silver eyes just like dad.