Black Hair Pale Skin Novels & Stories

I brought my arm close to hers, showing how slightly different our skin tones were, I was always too pale, and she had such a beautiful color, a different natural bronze, because she was of her Egyptian genetic lineage, her natural tendency to follow the cycle to European and African descendants. — And there is so much miscegenation... blacks, Europeans and indigenous people, it is not a perfect and rich society, but there is always a path they try to follow in order to see beauty in every aspect of life. - I praised smiling when I saw her smile looking dazzled by what she had just said.

This made her smile. "Hello there." She raised her head to the voice, smiling when she saw the woman with the pink braids. She looked to be in her late twenties as well and was very pretty. Her long, pink box braids hung nicely down her face and when she smiled, her warm, beautiful brown skin seemed to glow more. Melanin. Melanin was a beautiful attribute. Growing up, she had somewhat envied people with chocolate brown skin, the way their skin possessed a natural glow and was always so smooth. It was an art.

Christine yelled from my side waving at someone. I turned to see who he was. Okay, he was handsome. No wonder Christine was so eager to go to his party. He had pale skin, even more, paler than Ken. His hair was black and his jawline was perfectly chiseled. I didn't even want to get started on his perfect body.

It's weird, but I feel like it remembers something my brain doesn't. His skin is very pale, and his black hair is slicked back perfectly with only a few rebellious strands falling on his forehead. He's got crimson-colored eyes, angular features, a straight nose, and thin lips. Everything about him is freaking hot, even the silver tattoo on his jaw that sneaks into the collar of his suit. There's the aura he carries... like a mysterious prince of darkness. A kind of person I shouldn't even dare look in the eyes, but he flashes a light smirk at me before taking his seat.

It was as if the contrast between the darkness of his features and the lightness of his hair served to highlight his rugged beauty, making him even more irresistible. "I thought about the conversation I had with you." Abel muttered, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "And thought fuck it, and washed the dye away from my hair. I was born with white hair, something to do with the witch blood from the older generation of the King's family and because werewolves and witches aren't exactly pals, the king wanted my hair black with no traces of my inheritance. I had no idea it had grown this long because I always wore it in a tight bun and never took it out." "Your hair isn't something to be ashamed of."

I have a huge ceiling-to-floor bookshelf and one comfy grey reading chair. As I switch on the bathroom light, to see what the damage is from the sleepless night. Instead of being greeted with my usual bright ocean-blue eyes, I’m greeted with tired dull eyes, who are accompanied by dark circles just below them. My fair skin only makes the bags under my eye my eyes look worse. I used to hate my light skin, all the shifters I know have tanned skin, but not me, I’m as white as snow. My long, usually straight, jet-black hair is a tangled mess because of all the tossing and turning. At least my lips are their usual dark blood red. When I was little most people call me Snowy because my appearance h

The cold weather meant this outfit was perfect, I wasn’t sure what I would do if it was summer. I stared at myself in the mirror, my black hair was still knotted up in a bun, my skin had lost it’s colour long ago due to poor nutrition and was now a pasty white colour, my eyes were a bluish grey colour, probably the only interesting thing about me. I sighed and looked at my door on the floor, something else I would need to fix to try and keep them out.

My face is red and around my eyes are dark layered skin, of course while my eyes itself are bloodshot from too much crying, possibly And I look paler too. "Do you know I would possibly need a tan?" I ask randomly, and then holding up my hair, I sat "And maybe a haircut?" "What? No" He says as he walks to me, laying his hands on my shoulder and staring at the mirror to look at my face "You look like Snow White. You always have been. My little Princess. You just lack the black hair" "I should dye my hair black and make it short then" I say and before he can come up with a response, I say "I'd just curl it up and make it look short, is all"

Blake on the other hand studied business and seemed to always do things a bit differently although still successful. The whole family was beautiful, and all could be models. Of course! Blake’s hair was almost a cold black with beautiful waves, dark tan skin, and a naturally muscular body he did not even have to try to maintain. In college, it almost seemed every girl he smiled at at one point, or another was on his arm. He did not have to struggle which made him seem unreachable until that one night.

As Daisy spoke, she pointed at the handsome guy talking to a blonde older man not far away from them. Xyla almost failed to recognize him. He looked totally different from the day he suffered from sodium cyanide poisoning. He was bright and energetic. He looked like a Eurasia, with typical European features and skin tone but black hair and pupils. His thick black hair was neatly parted in three-seventh, and his fringe was slightly permed. He was wearing a black suit with a white t-shirt inside. The light blue scarf around his neck had perfectly set off his outfit. He looked extremely hot and elegant at the same time.