Dark Rose Skin Novels & Stories

She lowered the window and let the chilling air in and touch her face deliberately, which started floating her golden brown long hairs in the air and kissing her white beautiful face. Her white cheeks and nose slowly started turning Red, and she was quivering from the cold, but she didn’t care about it all. It seems like she is so harsh to care for herself. With a Red mid-length frock, she was only wearing a black overcoat to protect herself from the freezing air of the hill station. Beautiful, tall, model figured, fair skinned with pretty big brown eyes and naturally long eyelashes, straight bridge nose and dimple cheeks made girl Rose Walton is an aloof beauty.

Daisy murmurs against the girls skin. Her hands touch bare skin and she withdraws her hand, a part of her cloth opens up and there is a faint red. Daisy opens the thick top and inaudibly gasps, falling backwards. Her skin is a mixture of red, black and purple. And right there, a bite mark has turned completely black on her skin. Daisy’s horror begins all over again.

Her words stumbled over themselves, flustered and shocked. "Pull your skirt down, you—you wild, romping girl!" she exclaimed, her face now fully red as she noticed Amaris' flawless skin, smooth and without the roughness that came from heavy work. Servants typically had calloused hands and tanned skin from the sun, yet here was Amaris—her skin untouched by the usual labors, something completely unusual for someone of her status. The sight clearly unnerved Rosalind, but she couldn't help but stare in bewilderment.

If she could just use her last remaining bit of strength to get there. Something hit Roxanne on the head again and the sound of laughter was the only thing she heard before the world blacked out. Roxanne dreamed. She was on the beach now. The sun is shining warm on her face and casting its golden rays on her skin. The sea was laden with roses, each and every one of them beautiful and afloat on the water, each and every one of them bearing the same color as her hair. Roxanne could tell they weren't the normal red of roses, they looked like someone had taken that red and set it ablaze, like a fire burned at the very edge of the petals.

The instant I went near her in the conference room I knew that the stylist had lied to me. Humans heal much, much slower than werewolves. So the second they touch drugs and alcohol, no matter how badly they try to hide it, it shows up somehow, somewhere on them: their skin, their teeth, their scent… you get the picture. Meanwhile, I haven’t got a stain on me. So does Rose. Her skin was flawless, her teeth healthy, and her scent… the perfect blend of Crane’s bill, rose and bergamot. It was so glorious and powerful, not even the stinky water they threw on her could mask it.

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

Her golden hair fell along her thin shoulder. Although Rose was on the thinner side because she had less access to nutritious food, she was supple on her hips. Her dress, falling on the side only emphasis on her curves which his eyes couldn't look away from. Dominic's fingers caressed on her skin that slid gently on the milky texture. Her skin was fair and perhaps too fair, Dominic know himself as a person who didn't like fair skin too much but it all changes with Rose. The way her fair skin reddened under his gaze was extremely irresistible.

“Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.” I wiped my mouth furiously and glared at him as he admired my flushed body. “I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you touching me ever again!” “Careful what you wish for,” he smirked. “Now get dressed. I have the perfect task for you today.” ೋღ🌹ღೋ

Impatiently George unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans, revealing something that Rose was sick of; she had no choice - she had to keep doing the job until the end of the search. "Stimulate me!" commanded George. Suddenly, the woman staring at his haughty face looked down. Rose swallowed harshly. Hesitantly touching George's large, fuzz-filled shell. She was about to explore every inch of that exotic skin. Rose's movements were halted, however, when her spotlight caught the presence of a mark in the form of a crossed black skull made by the introduction of pigment into the skin. I found it.... Rose bit her lip hard. One more step, and she was already closer.

Raine yelped painfully and grabbed her neck instantly. Liya rushed toward her in panic. “My lady!” Raine winced as the burning intensified. It felt like something was branding her skin from underneath. Liya carefully pulled her hand away from her neck. Then her eyes widened completely. A beautiful black rose mark had appeared on Raine’s skin. Faint traces of gold glowed around it subtly. Liya’s lips parted slowly in disbelief. “This is…” her voice trailed off weakly. Raine looked at her confusion. “What?”