Dark Rose Skin Novels & Stories

Rose had not expected the water to be scalding hot for her arm and it would be burning in pain. Kevin looked at her and saw that she was caressing her arm which had turned red. Her skin was very fair especially under the White light at night. However, it was shocking to see that there was a large area turning red on her flawless skin. She was only wrapped in a white bath towel and seemed to be drenched as water continued to drip from her damp hair. She looked very pitiful. Kevin saw that Rose was about to bend over to pick up the bottles on the floor and was even trying to get the mop. Immediately, he grabbed her by the other arm and tried his best to suppress his anger as she spoke, "What h

It wasn’t black like I’d deduced at first, but a very, very dark shade of red. He sat on the stairs beside me and took my hand in his while I tried to suppress a shudder. He brought the petal close and wrapped it around the bleeding finger. “Hold down the petal, it’ll stop the poisoning.” He said. “Poisoning?” I asked, alarmed. “You’re a new vampire, aren’t you?” He gave me a wry smile. “Black Rose is used as a key ingredient in a daylight bracelet, but if it comes in direct contact with the skin, it can cause poisoning especially for a vampire.”

Or was it not a sweven? She could still imagine that very moment in their P.E.class when her whole body gradually hardened and somehow she herself was turning to a…to a rose. Not just a rose, a blood rose. Or was it just an ordinary rose? She’d never seen an actual blood rose before anyway and Rozelyn bet that it was far more different than any other roses. It possesses such extraordinary abilities and so it shall also possess an extraordinary appearance. She licked the blood from her finger, making her tongue taste the blood that it had been craving.

Nicholas replied and finally looked away from Rose and glanced at his friend. " You're alway have something to do and keep us waiting for you." The second retorted back at him. “I think you should take a seat, your forehead is already red." Ignoring both of his friends, the playful looking man said to Rose when he saw how red it already was. So he led her to a seat, not sure of what to do. When the other heard him, they all turned to look at their direction including Alex and his gaze darkened upon seeing her red forehead. Because Rose had really fair skin, it made the wound pop out very well.

A red rose which shines and clearly emerges into the room because the whole room is black. And everywhere in the room there are black roses and that's why this red rose looks more beautiful. I held my body and, with the force of my right arm, I sat on the floor, then I stood up and walked towards this red rose. It is so beautiful and attractive. I have never seen such a beautiful rose, a red rose with so many petals, about twenty, before. I sat beside it and saw that rose which is so attractive and isn't an ordinary rose. On seeing this rose, I just thought about my past.

The dark walls of my bedroom, the black silky sheets, the dark carpet and curtains, everything screamed darkness; exactly how I feel on the inside. I stripped out of my clothes and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.I grabbed the body wash sitting on the stand and lathered the silky gel all over my body, letting the pleasant smell and cold water wash away my rage and anguish. I ran my hand over the name inked in my skin and then the ugly jagged scar on my chest and ribs, recalling how bad it used to hurt before. These physical scars healed but the wound in my heart; it is still fresh.

Leaving Arsen still dazed by her actions. *** “You almost killed him,” Rose remarked, looking at the mirror in front of her, examining every detail of her face. “Ugh, I really love these naturally thick eyebrows and big brown eyes.” (He kept following me while I was looking for a place to have a drink.) Rose raised one eyebrow as she crossed her arms, noticing her thin upper lip—she’d forgotten to apply the nude-colored lipstick. Her right hand, already holding the lipstick, smoothly swept it across her upper lip, then she pouted her lips slightly.

The brutal memory of Killian's rut made Rosen’s whole body shudder violently, a sick, paralyzing chill spreading through his veins. Killian’s molten gaze landed on the Black Rose mark on Rosen’s bare hip. It was no longer a flat, dark tattoo. The skin around it was raw, swollen, and tender. The inked petals now had tiny black veins stretching outward like roots into his pale flesh, pulsing with an unnatural, feverish life. Killian pressed his thumb directly onto the swollen mark, grinding down into the throbbing center. Fresh tears spilled down Rosen’s temples as a high-pitched scream tore from his throat. “Stop—I’m already in so much pain—please, it hurts so much, don’t—”

“Why can’t you just call me Amy or Rose like everyone else does?” “Amber Rose is a perfectly elegant name,” I told her. “I find it more suitable for you. Now, tell me, can you get me one of your red lipsticks from the deluxe edition?” “Can you get me one of your red lipsticks from the deluxe edition?” Amber Rose repeated my words in a mocking baby voice. “Do you think the red deluxe line has only one shade? My company has over one hundred shades of red and twelve in the deluxe line. I’ll have to select a proper colour based on the skin tone you just described.”