Dark Rose Skin Novels & Stories

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

Who knew there were so Damon many? With a sigh, Rose rose to her feet, her back letting out a crack in protest. She stared at her reflection in the small half broken mirror on the wall. Eyes swollen and red with eye bags underneath, her skin looked pale and even her freckles seemed to be reappearing. She scrunched at her own reflection. That’s it She was done pretending she could do it anymore. She needed a long, hot bath and then she'd call Steve for a little help.

Amanda asked when she saw the red rashes on Rose's face. “Bring me hot water in a basin and call Dr.Cavin.” Ethan barked the orders. “Yes, sir.” Amanda rushed inside. Ethan took Rose upstairs and placed her on the bed. He carefully removed her blazer so he could see how bad the rush was. Amanda walked in with the hot water which Ethan took with a face cloth and began to massage Rose. He kept on doing it until Dr. Cavin arrived. He lifted her hands and saw how red her skin was and asked, “What happened?”

A young woman stands at the door, her eyes wide in confusion. She has a thin frame with extremely dark back hair. Her eyes are a shade of milk chocolate brown and her skin is tan with white spots covering it. Vitiligo. "Who are you?" I question. She thins her lips, furrowing her brows, "I'm Rosetta, the one you're supposed to marry." I shake my head no, repeating that I won't be marrying her. Shockingly, even this is a business arrangement falling through, she doesn't seem mad. She seems more relieved.

I said to myself Everything was shining and was in black and golden “That must be the theme color” my inner voice said. “There you are. Your mom told me to give you this" Rose said coming closer to me Rose is dark in complexion, she is tall, her eyes are brown, she has a brown full heart-shaped mouth and she’s a bit chubby “What is that?” I asked immediately after she gave it to me "Some accessories you need for the party" “How not surprising, mom keeps spending money on new pieces of jewelry even though I have many” I said

he pointed out with a grin. She chuckled. "Yes, but you've never seen Persian roses. We have pink roses with crimson edges and ones as yellow as midday sunlight, even orange roses that have coral at the tips of their petals." As she spoke, her eyes were distant, and she gave a wistful smile.

“He probably has girls throwing themselves over him. That’s why he is so proud.” I squinted my eyes at him. Is that jealousy or bitterness? “Oh, come on. Don’t you see the way he carries himself? He is a proud motherfucker.” “Have you met yourself?” I asked. David is an attractive guy, and he is well aware of that. God blessed him with black rosy Nigerian skin, non-fat face with a chiseled jaw and high cheekbones. His full pink lips screamed to girls that it needs to be devoured. Being aware of this, he is an egomaniac who has no sensitive concerns to girl’s feelings.

She nods. “I'm uh, I don't know. The underboss just said I should come along.” Rose pouts her lips and nods, "Oh I see." She smiles, “Okay, sit let me help you do your makeup." “I...uh I don't have a makeup kit.” She grins at me,“Well, I do." She walks over to her wardrobe and brings out a makeup box kit over to where l am. “You...You know I'm dark skinned and you're fair skinned..." I started to say as she brings out the items. "-Would you have my shade?”

She was tall and lanky, with a short curly bob of blonde hair. Unlike a lot of the wolves in our pack, Rosa made herself up every day without fail: she swathed deep red lipstick across her mouth, and curled her lashes up with dark mascara. When I’d asked about her choice of lipstick colour, she said it made her feel as though she was “wearing the blood of our enemies.” I’d laughed, but she’d raised an eyebrow and her face told me that she was being deadly serious. “Thanks, Rose,” I beamed. She took the seat next to me, pulling it around so that she could straddle it.

I didn't mean to come across that way, but I was tired and cranky. "I won't turn to dust, though I might burn harshly," Rakesh replied with a small smile to me. His skin was fairly pale, I noticed. I wondered if he had a skin condition. I knew there was one that some people had which caused them to easily burn in the sun, even with suncream. I sighed and gave an irritable look. He couldn't expect me to suddenly switch my body-clock. Though neither could I expect it of him, we would have to settle on some sort of compromise.