Dark Rose Skin Novels & Stories

Bright, pretty, vivid, like a flower in full bloom. She handed me a drink. Rose-flavored sparkling water, the pink liquid catching the light in the glass, cool and inviting. I was allergic to roses. A compound in synthetic rose fragrance would irritate mermaid skin. Ryan knew this. "Be gracious about it," he murmured close to my ear. "She was practically forced here to apologize. Of course she's not happy. She agreed to come, so don't make a big deal out of every little thing." I smiled.

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The Dance Year of the Roses Floral Season Lysia's bedroom Altsas Lyza IT'S MIDNIGHT. I can already hear the hum of the happy crowd from the hall many floors beneath my bedroom. Rosa has managed to coax me into an ecru gown made out of satin. The hems are blood red and Rosa has fastened a matching blood red veil to my hair. "What's the point?"'I moan. Rosa gives me a puzzled look. "What's the point of the kohl to line my eyes and the henna on my skin?"

She started wagging her tail and jumping up and down. I swear I just heard her say 'Mate' but that's impossible. Second chance mates didn't exist, and we just rejected our Goddess given mate. But then, the most amazing smell hit me, even more mouthwatering than when I smelled Mason. It smelled like Whiskey and Chocolate. That mixture was breath taking. Aunt Tara noticed me sniffing the air. "Alex, what's wrong?" She asks. As soon as her last word left her mouth, he door slammed open with such force, I thought for sure it was going to fall off the henges. What I saw in front of me left me speechless. A man in his twenties, 6'11, covered in tattos with short kept black hair, and the most beaut

Rosa chimes like a mother hen who found her favorite lost chick. A chick whose skin is ghostly pale — but flawless — made even more striking by her long, thick, auburn hair now framing her face. There’s a scrape on her cheek and a huge, swollen bruise with stitches above her right eye, just at the hairline. But besides that, she’s painfully beautiful. Even with no make-up.

The rare black dragon roses. These are unlike any other roses, black in colour, and twice the size of ordinary roses. They are uniquely found only within the confines of the dark forest's cliff! “Found them!” I cried out, feeling a gush of excitement. “Be careful!” Rey warned from behind. After setting my bag down, I cautiously approached the cliff edge, which was somewhat slick from an unexpected rain shower. I gently positioned myself at the edge, leaning slightly forward, and reached for the plant. A single rose would suffice.

Rose looked at them and her cheeks turned pink on their own. Both were were shirtless, showing their tan skin proudly with their eight packs on display. Their skin was rough and had scars on them. Like they have gone through various battles. Rose tried to count the number of scar they had but failed. They had many scars which made her hurt that they have gone through a lot. "Enjoying the view?" Vladimir send a smirk in her direction. Rose would have blushed normally but not now. Vladimir and Zachariah sensed that something was wrong.

Rome was struck, the more he studied her face, by a feeling he didn’t think he’d experience so soon after being betrayed by the last woman his blood had sung for. He had a good look at her oval face noting the proud arch of her eyebrows, her long dark eye lashes that framed her almond shaped eyes, the careful shape of her dainty nose and her rose coloured lips. Her skin looked satin smooth, even with the scars. He lifted a finger letting it trail the collarbone peeking out of the exposed collar of her dress and confirmed the silkiness of her skin, like a petal of the moon rose his mother loved. The lavender essence on her skin seemed stronger with how close he was to her, their calming scent

What Rosa saw next was out of her wildest imaginations. As she went closer to the faint red glow she saw Alex standing at the corner of the library. His body was emitting a faint red glow. It was as if flames were engulfing his body but he was least bothered. His skin was a shade of pale grey almost ashy complexion. His eyes were the same normal blue but it had a spark in it as if they were shinning. Rosa was scared out of her wits.

I know that seems like a lot, but with about four thousand in the pack, that is small. Rose dresses in slim cut dark heather grey slacks with comfy flats and a silk baby blue boat necked blouse tucked into the front of her pants. She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips.