Deep Skin Sleeping Skin Imprints Novels & Stories

The poor guy is just sleeping for three hours. How can she wake him up without making herself feel bad? When an idea sprang out of her mind, she quietly beamed. Leal slowly made her way to the sofa he’s sleeping on and crouched near his face. She had a chance to look, praise rather, his godly features up close. His skin was paler than before, and his light stubble was starting to grow out, probably due to a lack of shaving. He looks more mature and tougher, though.

I stepped inside and closed it behind me without making a sound. He was heavily asleep. “Cameron,” I said quietly. Nothing. He was on his back. In six years of watching him carry more pressure than most Alphas twice his age, I had never seen him sleep like that. I checked his temperature with the back of my hand against his forehead. Normal. I pulled the collar of his shirt aside, and that was when I saw the rash. A cluster of raised marks along the jaw and down toward the collarbone, slightly thickened at the edges, older than a few days.

I was breathing heavily, panting, until the aftershocks finally eased up. I stayed there a while, my chest rising and falling fast, as the water cooled me. I hurried through the rest of the bath and got out, slipping into my silk robe, I wrapped my hair in a towel turban and sat down at the vanity. I applied my night time skincare routine, cleanser, toner, serum, eye cream, moisturizer, and a drop of facial oil. When I finished, my skin was glowing under the soft lights. I stood up and opened the wardrobe doors.

She's standing with poise in front of me, wearing a chiton dress that has the same color as the ash. And another one is sleeping beside me, making me abruptly stood up beside the woman with charcoal orbs. I look at the woman sleeping as if I study every detail of her. She has porcelain skin, as her teal blue wavy hair reminds me of the colors of the deepest sea. She's sleeping soundly, I can say, as her hands are intertwined over her stomach. She looks like a princess waiting for her true love's kiss.

I breathlessly called but he stepped toward me again, raised my chin, and his eyes penetrated my soul. "You have pale skin today, Veronica. Similar to the skin of a newborn infant. It is so delicate that it may be damaged simply by blowing on it," he said as he sat on the bed but not leaving my eyes. "Yeah... I remembered it now. This skin that slept with me that night." On the other hand, I seemed to had just stepped out of the shower since I had a few drops of sweat wandering over my skin as I crammed myself on the headboard of the bed.

the alpha's voice was gravelly with sleep, and it was surprisingly alluring. Skye went to speak but the healed teeth marks on the other's skin stopped him. Instead, he tentatively reached out to trace a finger along the scar. He must have healed it unconsciously in his sleep as normally, it would still be a raw wound. “I don't know what I expected," Skye admitted, embarrassed. “I'm not used to sleeping with anyone." He flushed at the unintended second meaning of his words and gave a nervous laugh. “This is not a bad way to wake up," Linus opened his eyes properly and stretched, muscles rippling with his movement and the omega watched, entranced.

I groaned, knowing there was no way I would get any more sleep before the obnoxious beeping started. My skin felt clammy, the evaporating sweat leaving a chilled film on my skin. The old band shirt I'd doubled as pajamas was still damp along my back. Frustration surged as I kicked back the heavy duvet and crossed the small apartment to the attached bathroom. The ancient pipes groaned as I turned on the shower, waiting for the water to reach the head. My reflection in the bathroom mirror revealed dark circles etched themselves beneath my blue—almost indigo eyes. A reminder that I wasn't just my mother's child but that I carried a legacy of a man who'd abandoned his responsibilities before I e

I turned on the light and slid out of bed. My feet were dragging as I entered the master bath, rubbing my tired eyes in an attempt to wake up. I stopped in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection, shocked at what I saw. My normal bird’s nest of blonde hair and the dark circles from lack of sleep were present. What wasn’t normal were the black and purple marks that marred my skin. There were handprints on my hips from where he’d grabbed me, imprints of his teeth around my neck and shoulders, and small bruises along my chest. It was cold out, so I could get away with a high-collared shirt. I stared at myself for a moment. Was that really what I should’ve been concerned about? If his te

Although he usually doesn’t sleep on his side, because I sleep on top of him. Damn. Well now he looks comfortable enough. I inch closer and wrap my arm around his waist and keep looking at him. I feel myself blinking but I fight the sleep as hard as I can. I really need to keep an eye on him. But even with my best effort I fall asleep. Suddenly I snap awake. I immediately check Sebastian, he’s good. Oh, wait. What in the world… I pull the blankets away and take a look at him. Now HIS skin is glowing and there are the same kind of white-hologram-type of patterns swirling. Like some sort of tribal tattoos. What the hell, what does this mean.

The lovey-dovey marathon with no breaks, the sultry kisses, and the rest; though it wasn't the first time, last night was more intense than she ever imagined. "Okay, enough thinking dirty; it's time to prepare for the day," she snapped out of her thoughts and strolled to the bathroom. After donning herself in a bathrobe, she strolled past the mirror, catching a glimpse of her radiant complexion. Her flawless skin, except for the subtle reminder of last night's muss—a delicate strawberry-shaped mark on her neck and shoulders—lay meticulously on her skin, Zack's drawn tattoos of passion.