Deep Skin Sleeping Skin Imprints Novels & Stories

A tendency for her skin to look sallow, and dark circles that materialized under her eyes as soon as she even thought about not getting eight hours of sleep a night. Right now, they looked like bottomless craters, and Gloriana reached for her magic concealer pen to hide the damage of another night with very little sleep. Discarding the towel, she had wrapped around her body, Gloriana donned her silk robe and felt the flow of the fabric across her sensitized skin. Her breasts firmed and peaked, and just like that she was back in Griffin’s living room with his mouth sweetly tugging on her flesh. ‘Stop thinking about it,’ she berated herself.

His gaze remained locked on the marks—deep purple now, the distinct imprint of his fingers clearly visible like a violent tattoo. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” he whispered, his fingers hovering just above the bruised skin, tracing the shape without actually touching. I forced a laugh that sounded brittle even to my own ears. “Hurts? Pfft.” I waved a dismissive hand. “It doesn’t. Just a little sore, that’s all. It’s actually nothing, you know. I haven’t been able to get a proper tan in months, so my skin is extra pale right now. Any little touch leaves a mark. Plus, you have a very strong grip. Deadly combo.” I shrugged, trying desperately to sound casual. “And the skin around my neck has always b

Gingerly getting out of the bed, I ordered the maids to help me with my bath before going to stand in the full length mirror in the room, assessing my body. Red and purple patches adorned my pale skin, red marks surrounded my neck and my nipples looked bigger than their original size, still very sensitive. Even my thighs and buttocks still bore his handprints and my waist and abdomen, held his possessiveness. I closed my eyes, shaking my head. Alpha king keiran truly is an animal.

Yet, that girl and her touch and lips, had my body burning in an overdrive l never expected my tired soul to indulge. I walked out of the shower, wiping my dripping hair with a white towel. I picked up my sweatpants and my boxer, heading back into the bathroom to put them on. I hissed at the reflection in the mirror, I was pale as heck, nearly caucasian or worse. My dull eyes looking hollow with red coloration on the skin surrounding my eyelids, eye bags adorned underneath my eye. Courtesy of my sleepless nights. I rarely sleep, my mind is never at rest to actually sleep or maybe insomnia had already seeped deeper into my system than I had expected.

I lay there for a while, listening to the sound of his breathing and feeling the warmth of his body next to mine, before finally drifting off to sleep. Later that morning, I slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb Jalen who was still asleep. I tiptoed across the room, my bare feet making no noise on the wooden floor. I opened the door and headed to the bathroom, feeling the need to freshen up after a long night. I missed my skincare routine and it was beginning to show on my skin, with dark circles under my eyes and a tired pallor to my complexion. I turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up, undressing as the steam began to fill the room.

Almost an entire week passed by, I kept on having this exotic dreams, where the man and I kept fucking each other with unspoken lust and desire, he always behaved like a true animal with me on my bed, except on our first day we never really spoke a word, I heard his intoxicant voice only when he was panting or moaning in pleasure. I was enjoyed my pleasurable time with him until one day when I looked in mirror while bathing, I felt myself become more beautiful, I saw some additional volume in my honey brown hairs, my skin looked more flawless, my green eyes looked more striking and doe like, even my lips felt plumy and full, does this kind of dream affect one beauty? Was this some kind of So

There was a reason many of the werewolves steered clear of Delphine, choosing other medics to tend to their wounds. She had skin as dark as the night sky, warm from its rich brown tint. There were splotches of white skin around her mouth, left eye, down her neck, and on both arms that she’d once told me was due to a skin condition called Vitiligo. I’d found the two contrasts in colors interesting as a young teen, and Delphine had been more than happy to educate me.

They traced a map of sleepless nights and overwhelming burdens, an unspoken testament to the battles she suspected Rose fought behind closed doors. The dark circles beneath Rose's eyes seemed to scream out, an unfiltered expression of her tired soul. They stood out starkly against her pale complexion, like ink stains on a pristine canvas. The shadows they cast mirrored the depth of her fatigue, serving as a constant reminder of the nights spent silently weeping or struggling to find solace in restless dreams.

Why would something like that be on Sophie's skin? Never had she heard in all her life that rashes turned into furuncle. What kind of bad miracle is this? All this just confirmed her thought about this case not being normal or ordinary. Because what kind of disease or infection would be causing all these reactions on a "one month old" baby's skin. But the odd thing was that Sophie was still sleeping peacefully as if she wasn't feeling the pains. From what Val had heard about this furuncle, it stung and burned the skin, and then there was the crazy itching and scratching of the skin until it bled too.

She seethed, raising her same fingers to touch her own hair. "Look at my hair, they feel like wire mesh even though I wash them at the salon alternately!" She touched her cheeks next, "And my cheeks, huff, I follow a ten-steps Korean skin care routine before bed and yet my cheeks are not as soft as yours! What's more, they become sand-paper dry in two minutes if I leave my face without a moisturiser." Lila got up with a loud heave. "Now if you look this ethereal when not in good health, I can only imagine how mind blowing you'll look in all your good health and happiness. Kyle will notice it too. He's a man and like other typical men, he would be drawn to your beauty."