Novel & Cerita Black Hair Pale Skin

The air smelled of blood and stone—thick, metallic, and sharp in the back of my throat. His skin was pale—too pale. Not moonlight or marble, but the kind of pallor that looked drained from the inside out. His long frame folded into stillness, limbs loose but not relaxed. There was something regal in the curve of his spine, something ancient in the tilt of his head. Raven-black hair hung loose around his jaw, a few strands brushing his hollowed cheeks. His lips were faintly red. Not from paint. From memory. The memory of my blood.

All I know is he has perfectly tanned skin. His hair is black and his eyes are much darker than Theo’s and I wonder if it’s because his wolf is present or if it’s because they’re naturally that dark. His muscles are well defined, just like Theo’s, and dirty thoughts fill my mind being in the presence of these two attractive men.

I should certainly make a YouTube channel to show off my uniqueness; I'm sure I'll gain a large following within a short period of time. The average Percusian is very tall and slim, just like the Fulanis of Nigeria, although we're usually light-skinned. Most of us have brilliant golden hair that is straight and natural, similar to peroxide blondes, but mine is jet black and develops bouncy curls when I don't wrap it. This, coupled with my caramel skin makes me stand out, but not in a bad way. Almost everyone I come across thinks I'm very beautiful and distinctive, except the glam girls, of course. I'll tell you about them later, don't worry.

I cant help but to smile proudly when I see that my yellow strands no longer look lack luster. “Wow, it really is yellow. I had thought that it would be close to blond but your hair is actually yellow” She says in amazement from across the room. She still looks at me shyly as she wraps her arms around herself. “Yeah, it’s the same color as my dragon” I remind her. I feel my eyes shift as he comes forward so that she can see. If I were to be facing the mirror right now then I would see eyes the same color as my hair. I have heard that due to the paleness of my skin, it can be an eerie sight to some humans. I wait for the look of disgrace or fear to appear on her face. She surprises me however

Ava Pov I tossed and turned as my dreams haunted me. I dreamed of looking at myself in the mirror, pale, dark, mysterious. My eyes were no longer the purple I had always seen. They were purely black. My skin was paler than the moonlight on a dark night. My usual brown hair was waist long and darkened even more to a deep shade of black. My black eyes held specks of purple as my power of expression coarse through my entire body. I was feeling absolutely chaotic, and.... I liked it.

I was shocked and almost scream. Even though it's dark I was still able to see. Slightly he looks familiar but as I look again, that person turned out to be a handsome young man with black hair strokes with highlights of turquoise and a charming navy suit matching his style. White pale skin with a peachy plum lip. I didn't realize I was staring at him until he chucked, making me realize my action. I looked away blushing while he just chuckled again.

Brown curly hair, black eyes and coloured skin, that's me, a girl with a tiny body from bony to inches of improvement, I'm mixed race with my mom black and my dad Caucasian. I was always a slender but never bigger, only got smaller until my bones showed, all because of me being locked up in a cage and almost, and I mean almost reaching a place of no return.

The students all eyed her inch by inch, a few giving her a polite smile while the rest stared blankly. Bianca analysed them all, four girls, 3 vampires, 1 werewolf, and 5 guys, 4 werewolves and 1 vampire. She eyed the girls, all had black hair with pale, porcelain skin, however, upon looking closely, Bianca saw that each had a different shade of black. Then there was the werewolf, her skin was a stunning golden brown colour and she had bouncy brunette curls tied into a high ponytail. Bianca dreamily gazed at her, the female was extremely attractive. Upon realising her thoughts the girl shook her head. Her mother would probably smack her for even thinking a werewolf was remotely attractive.

The night had come and past—just like a distant memory in Sebastian Black’s mind as his dark, onyx eyes flutter open. He blinks against the assault of ultraviolet rays, kissing his vision with an annoying ebb of pain. His dark, Nubian complexion blesses the sunlight that trails against his half-naked body. Angled perfectly, yet lazily on the king-sized bed he lays in, after an eventful night of drinking wine and staying home. Before he can reflect on anything else, Sebastian swings his legs off to the side of the enormous bed. Gazing ahead, at the full view of Manhattan, and the reflection of himself in the glass.

Paul Okeke sat near the office of the mission station, watching some English men leave and enter the building with lopsided gait. He was still admiring the structure of the station when he saw Anne Streamer walk past him. She was not wearing her French pleat like the first time he had seen her rather she allowed her hair to fall down and form long straight curls. Paul Okeke wondered why the hair color of English men and women were different unlike his fellow Igbo people who shared the same color of hair with him–black.