Black Hair Pale Skin Novels & Stories

Ethan analyzed. "You thought the same way, and so did I at first, but that's not her natural hair color." "What? Her hair isn't her natural color? Then what is her original hair color?" Ethan sounded surprised and didn't expect that answer. "Black," Grey replied shortly. "Black, you mean like Keyara's hair color?" "Yes, it's something strange, isn't it? Even their figures and hair colors are the same, a coincidence that's more like a miracle," Grey replied enthusiastically.

Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder. A small, dangling lock of hair on the sideburn area added a touch of whimsy to her overall look. The contrast between the black roots and the blue-tipped hair was a subtle yet intriguing detail. Her skin, a radiant, icy white, seemed almost translucent in the soft light, as if infused with the same crystalline purity as the frozen palace around us.

She dared to look up right into his eyes. The man was breathtakingly handsome, he was tall and had pale skin. His hair was dark black and long till his waist, they were slightly wavy. His eyebrows were sharp like blades, they were thick and black going well with his pale skin. His eyelashes were thick and long too and his eyes were so black and deep, they were so cold, she could hear screams of those who he killed brutally in the depth of his dark black orbs.

"C'mon, let's go. You don't want us to keep your ontotototototoyfriend waiting, do you?" We, living creatures are hardly satisfied with what we have. Camila is Hispanic and very beautiful, yettheshe's always wishing she had the color of my hair and fair skin tone. I, on the other hand, wish to be like her because of my porcelain skin that never tans. I also don't burn no matter how long I spend under the sun without sunscreen. Strange, right?

Dark hair, pale complexion, and freckles. She looked at me and smiled. “You look exactly like him.”

Even with the baggy hoody, I can see the bulge of his chest and arms. His ivory skin compliments his blond hair, which is long and wavy. But not too long. Cut just right. And the roots are brown. Is that fake? No, it's real. I had to dye my black and straight hair once, and I would know. His sharp nose rests between two grey eyes. The color of concrete.

I guess it wouldn't hurt as long as she promised not to bite me again. "Okay, as long as you don't bite me again without my permission... I guess we can be friends." I tried to smile at her, but it was more of a sideways grin. Half smile, half frown. I walked to the front of the room, and turned to introduce myself. I was right. Me and the pink haired girl were the only ones with weird colors. Everyone one else had shades of black, red, brown, and blonde hair. There were different skin colored kids. It was a mixture of all the world's colors. We didn't specify race anymore, but we did say a person's skin was white, brown, black, yellow, pale, and etc.

She didn't keep straight shiny blonde hair or a night black hair with few extensions to make it look fuller or richer. She was a natural redhead, yet she still decided to cut her hair low and dyed it pink contradicting with her beautiful pale olive skin. I don't know what kind of mixed race she was just like Azariah but they looked like earthlings. They were weirdly pretty and super attractive. Their skin was the right amount of tone and paleness and their eyes were green. Almost something out of a fairy book. With the almost Identical matching sleeveless tuxedo, it was a faded jeans blue and it complimented and really brought out the color of her hair, making it pop.

Something worse. He stands roughly two inches taller than me. His black hair is combed back. Slick with gel. His color scheme is black and white. Like a panda. But nothing like said animal. He walks with vigor and a domineering prowess. But what kicks everything into limbo is his face. It sharp. Too sharp. It seems to be made of porcelain. Almost as white as my skin. But something else. Like it's been bleached. Bleached with so many chemicals it has no hope of returning to any healthy color. His eyes are grey. Almost like storm clouds. No. Nothing like storm clouds. I know that color too well. It can only be described in my words as the color of dead elephant skin.

ALPHA GREY I had stared at this other man for a long time. He did not look anything like I was supposed to be. His hair was not the black that had belonged to Jack, but a white color that rode from the roots, leaving no space for any other colors. His skin was not smooth, but a rough mass of scar that felt thick and burdensome. His face was ghostly in its appearance with how it looked like that living face of a skull. He looked to be a different man from who I was altogether.