Black Hair Pale Skin Novels & Stories

CONTINUATION… I was totally lost in her Beauty. Her skin was a rich brown colour that seemed to be polished and had a shine to it. Her eyes were large and had a light brown colour. Her hair was coily and snowy white. The opposing colours of her skin and hair made her stand out from the others. She had been saying something but I had zoned her out. A small smile on my face as I assessed her. I saw the slight look of confusion on her face.

He never really cares about her origin until the day his ex-wife dies. Ava studies the man features. He is quite a charming man and she can't deny it...the black shiny hair that slicked to the back uncovers the matched eyebrows. His irises bloom in the colours of the oceans generating a tremendous wave that can drown a person. His lips are chapped with a small tint of dark red which gives a glow to the light green skin. He is complete! Nonetheless, his skin is attached to the flesh completely while the girl sure reveals some bones... The world is an unfair place for the weak...

Members of his court strained their necks to look at the strange sight. "Why is her hair the color the ripe corns in the field," one chief wondered aloud. "And what happened to the color of her skin. She was born without color, what does this mean?" "What is the reason for the red of her eyes and hair?"

The one with pale blonde hair asks. “Yes, this is her.” Ryan's voice hits my ears. I look up to him, thinking the drugs are messing with me. Nope, it’s him. He looks almost the same, except the tips of his hair are white. A typical zombie trait. His fair skin is paler, almost white as snow. Another typical zombie trait. “Found you, Love.” Is the last thing I hear before everything goes black.

I fіgurе іt must be hеr trаdеmаrk. Her ѕkіn is раlе and ѕісklу. Her hаіr іѕ jеt blасk. It’ѕ literally mіdnіght blасk. Shе’ѕ bone-thin so lеаthеrу аnd tіnу.

He was a devastatingly handsome pale-skinned man that I would have been unable to forget for the rest of my life even if our paths only crossed once. He had slicked black hair with a sharp parting right above his left ear, and his pale-skin was a startling contrast against his pitch black eyes. Yes. Completely black eyes. His iris, his pupil, each the same shade of deep black that sat in a face that had high cheekbones and a smooth, clean-shaved jaw. But none of that was the reason why I wanted to scream. He was naked. Completely and utterly naked. I was dreaming of not one, but two naked men.

A social butterfly who flitted from group to group, charming everyone around her, making them feel like they were the most important person in the world. And then there was me. I couldn’t help it. I looked at my reflection in the glass door beside me, seeing my pale skin like a stark contrast against the deep shadows of the night. The lack of pigment in my skin had never bothered me as much as it did tonight. My hair, a pale shade of white-blonde, hung limp against my back. My eyes, a pale, almost translucent shade of blue, looked back at me—vulnerable, exposed.

His shoulder square in shape, it was acceptable to intimidate anyone. He wore his all-black attire making it hard to discriminate between him and the darkness if it is not because of his cold pale skin, which was shining brightly like the crystals. His nineties blondes hair complexing his look. The dark-undertone hue was all the range in the nineties and Adrian is definitely still rocking it today.

That did nothing in calming my quivering body. Squinting my eyes, I did the last once-over then revered in my reflection. I had straight ebony black hairs in layers, even in braid they fell past my breast reaching my ribs, with contrast to my pale skin and cherry tints by the lack of sun exposure. Russia had less of those sunny days.

It was the darked skinned guy from the pool! His skin was a deep, rich shade, glistening slightly under the glow of the LED lights. The darkness of his complexion contrasted beautifully with his afro, which framed his face and added an air of mystery to his striking features. His physique was nothing short of mesmerizing. Broad shoulders tapered down to a defined waist, showcasing the impressive V-shape of his body. Each muscle was sculpted with precision, the contours of his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The chiseled abs, a perfect six-pack were breathtaking.