Dark Rose Skin Novels & Stories

Liam asks "It is a skin allergy which is called 'imono' when a women or men undergoes several stress or sickness this allergy causes them to absorb the oil or impure fats out of the skin and takes into red spots. So the ointment I prescribed would do the work." Doctor explains with a decent smile on her face. "Oh thank you." Rose thanks as she walks away and grabs a cold water cup. "What's the matter?" Liam holds her hand as he watches her drink the water.

I knew Pavel couldn't necessarily feel it, but I could, and I wasn't going to let Pavel think he intimidated me. "Then you know you're ignoring what I told him and what he told you," Rose said as I felt her take a step forward. Pavel lost our battle of wills and looked over to where Rose was standing. A few moments later, I looked, too. My breath caught in my throat as I took her in. She was gorgeous, even when she was standing with her hands curled into fists. The dark maroon of her dress complemented her skin tone beautifully, making her already tanned skin seem more tanned. The scalloped halter top left enough of her shoulder exposed to where you saw my Mark proudly on display.

Colour of rose. Rose turned around and my gaze automatically dropped to her pink tipped nipples which seemed to tighten into hard buds even more under my gaze. I wanted to lick them, bite them and then kiss them some more. As my eyes travelled down to her toes peeking through the heels, painted red, I also happened to take in the scratch on her inner thighs, it was still there as if reminding me what she went through, as if I could forget it. And that cooled me down so quick as if someone had poured icy water on me.

"I don't know." "My goodness, you must be new at this. That's okay honey, Bo-mi got you. Are you a newlywed cutie?" Ross blushed a bit. "Yes, I am." "Let's look at the lacy teddies and silk nightgowns, bras, and panties over here first. Now let's see. What's her complexion? Is her skin tone, Pale and pure as the driven snow, alabaster yellow like the sun or bronze and slightly tan?"

In the room he looked around, a worried expression appeared on his face: "This has nothing to do with me, I'm weak. How can I kill him? Captain Stan looked at the young man in front of him, at his small body. He wears a pair of glasses that makes him looks like a student; his body is small, about 1m59 in heights. He pondered: "Who is it after all; it's already the third case. What does that black rose mean, why does every case have a rose in the victim's mouth?

Gradually, she picked up a little rose and brought it to her nose, inhaling the soothing and fresh fragrance of it, she brought it before her gaze, and instantly the red rose turned a pitch black in her arms, and slowly, it faded into ashes and the specks of dust flee across the sky. "He was never like a rose, always been dark" she scoffed and picked up a sunflower, putting it into her basket with a smile. "It's either you come out or I came you" she turned sharply and her eyes flashed a furious shade of gold and a being appeared before her. Skin pale as the dead, pupils whitish and, hair pale, she frowned in contempt. "You are repulsing, Dya" The dead flesh scoffed. "I try to survive, Maye"

His face was so close that she couldn’t even think properly, his minty breath blew against her skin and her fingers itched to bury themselves deep in his hair and then pull him even closer to her. Yet. “Of course not!” You haven’t brushed your teeth, stop talking! Rain pursed her lips and sat up, Alexander moved back a bit...giving her the space needed to sit properly then he dropped something on the bedside table. A Rose. The old one was already in the bin and a he kept a new one— Rain’s eyes narrowed and she turned to look at the man who’s eyes were still on the flower, admiring. His face had recovered a bit of it’s usual color but there were dark circles under his eyes. He probably didn’t

Aromatherapy oils from Rosa’s own collection had replaced the synthetic fragrances the palace had been using, and already the color had returned slightly to the Duchess’s lips. “You’re here,” the Duchess murmured. “I always come at sunrise,” Rosa replied softly, setting down her case and snapping on gloves. Her fingers moved in a seamless dance, checking the Duchess’s pulse with one hand while observing the minute flicker of her pupils, gently lifting her wrist to assess muscle stiffness. All silent. All smooth.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

After her bath, Rosie stood before the mirror, gently patting her skin dry before lifting her gaze to examine the marks scattered across her neck and shoulders. They were unmistakable. Too vivid to ignore. And, given the nature of her skin, far too stubborn to fade quickly. A soft sigh escaped her. She reached for her makeup, already calculating how much concealer would be required to dull the colour, though she knew it would never fully disappear. “What on earth is wrong with him…?” she muttered under her breath.