Black Hair Pale Skin Mga Nobela at Kwento

If I am honest, this guy is the most intimidating but breathtaking man I have ever laid my eyes on. This man was a mix of Caucasian and African American, with beautiful dark skin shade in between milk chocolate and caramel. He has naturally long curly brown hair that reaches down to his shoulders and refined strong facial features that makes him look like a model right out of a Vogue catalogue. Strong hazel eyes and plump lips with a sharp jawline.

Her eyes carried up, taking in the flawless pale skin that seemed to stretch on for miles as she began to eye his face. Dark brows furrowed in concentration as his pink lips stretched down into an annoyed frown. His black hair with colorful tips was gelled back, away from being a pesky annoyance during his important task. The paleness of his skin brought out his bright, bluish white eyes that seemed to solely be focused on the papers in front of him.

A few golden locks teased the swell of her rising and falling chest and her bare delicate shoulders and neck. His gaze traveled further up and settled on her face. She had some color on that usually pale and dull skin today. The clearest difference between the humans and the werewolves was their skin color. Werewolves often had more color in their skin. It was either sand, olive, or bronze. Some of them were even darker. Humans were often pale. The werewolves called them colorless. He never found their skin attractive yet he could not tear his gaze away from this pale creature. She came to him even more beautiful than before.

"Mh, I love when my food puts up a fight. The adrenaline makes them taste so much sweeter." A thud sounded behind me, and I stopped walking and turned to face the woman. Her blonde hair was in a thin bun on her head, and her lips were dry and cracked. Her skin was sucked tight against her bones, and beyond the scratch on her cheeks where a small amount of dried blood sat, they were pale and colorless… unlike her eyes. Those were black, different than anything I had ever seen. Instead of just the irises being black like bears had, the orbs were entirely black, reflecting their soul.

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.

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.

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.