Cute Light Skins Novels & Stories

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.

Their newborn seems to be about the same size as ours, it's just that we grow larger during our youth. The humans do have a strange color to their skin, from a slightly pale pink to a dark rich brown, that differs from our natural pale blue to dark blue. But I have to admit that the females are quite beautiful with their generous curves and soft looking bodies. There seems to be those who are quite slim as well, but I would rather have one that looks more like the Galdrian women. The Galdrian women have large chests and wide hips that are perfect for carrying and nurturing children, and of course to please their males.

Rose explained. “Do the half breeds have the dark skin as well? In my world we have Africans, but their skin tones can vary from light tan to dark black. Humans in our world have all different shades of skin colors. Plus, the king thought that I was a witch at first…” I was questioning he thought process.

He couldn't look away, mesmerized by her struggle. Her skin was warm brown, glowing under the soft light, a natural radiance—neither pale nor dark, but truly and fully her, unique and captivating. Chestnut hair fell past her shoulders, framing her face, softening her features. Her body was neither too full nor too thin; every curve, every line felt right, perfectly proportioned, a natural harmony.

Was I still chubby or had I slimmed down? However, before I could even think about it, Yvonne barged into the room. She shoved me aside, grabbed the gown from the box, and ripped it apart. "Wendy, you don't deserve to wear something this nice! If it weren't for you, it all would've been mine!" After ruining the dress, she snapped the necklace and flung it at my face, cutting her finger in the process. I did not get mad. When she pulled out the dress, I could tell it was not my size. I used to be a bit chubby, but I have gotten much skinnier these days.

She tries to free her hands from my grip overhead but it doesn't work. She curses at me again but it merely amuses me. I'm still stuck on how beautiful she looks like this. Her pale skin shines in the light and the way her blood rushes along her skin only adds to it. It's an unusual blue that matches her eyes and gives her an eternal glow. It's unbelievable.

skins have the harshest planet. But they have built domes that encapsulate their cities, so the environment is controlled. Their skin is typically a burgundy shade, and there are five of them competing as well. Glortinons have an interesting appearance. They are light in color ranging in pale yellows, but what makes them fascinating is their glow. Their skin has taken in so much UV light from their many suns that it literally glows. Their planet has no night. They have six competing in the harvest. Froles are fast. They come from a planet that has almost no trees. They are wild-like in personality and features. Their skin is striped from their head down to their toes. They are striped so the

they all say in unity. “Aren't you going for your brother's coronation, or what do you call it?” Tabby asks. I explain what happened, and they say it's no biggie. I can walk with them. My friends are the best Tabby, brown skin beauty, with her curly brown hair and brown eyes. Lisa, blonde hair, her beautiful white skin tone, and those blue eyes that pierce through anyone's soul. Elena is basically just sitting on the fence with her skin tone, her black beautiful eyes, complementing her skin tone perfectly.

said Hannabelle as she seethed in rage. Suddenly there was flash of bright light and we all fell backwards with this light’s intensity. Bringing herself up to her elbows I saw a young man with gold skin sitting opposite. The light, it seemed, was coming from him. He couldn't be human, though he was quite perfect. When he spoke his voice was the most beautiful song, more beautiful than she could ever have imagined, or later could describe. Then the light suddenly faded and I found myself looking at a perfect male specimen. Even though he was wearing clothes which I was not going to touch with a barge pole.

He smoothed his hands over my slick skin, and we stayed like that for a little while, just basking in the feel of each other. My tanned skin looked so white against his darker coloration. I wonder what our kids will look like? Will they be darker like him or whiter like me? I could give a shi8t less, but some pretty caramel-skinned babies would be divine. I wonder if they will have black hair and brown eyes or blonde hair and blue eyes? Genes were funny things. I've seen families with a mix of both.