Deep Skin Sleeping Skin Imprints Novels & Stories

SCARLETT “When we get there, just let me do the talking,” Mom says, keeping her eyes straight on the road and her hands firm on her steering wheel. She has refused to move out of Lexi’s apartment permanently, constantly around, even though she’s rented her own condo unit uptown. “How can I just let you do the talking when I’m the one supposed to be pitching the product? That makes no sense,” I reply curtly Knowing Mom had a lot of anti ageing and anti wrinkling products that she used, I started to compare and contrast different metrics between SkinAlive, professor August’s product and the other brands mom uses.

An addict who wanted always to taste me. “Ashianna, why are you still asleep? Did the Lycan King not inform you about your training with Harvey?” I heard the older woman hissed. She entered my room like she always did whenever I was in the middle of my sleep. I groaned and wanted to cry when I finally felt discomfort. Because of how ruthless he was to sleep with me, he didn't mind leaving some marks on my skin which led to my skin having purple marks. “I-I want to sleep all day...” I murmured. I heard her walking towards me because of her heavy footsteps. My body was hot, and I didn't know why I felt I was burning inside.

Emily advised. Chloe furrowed her brow and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Try not sleeping for a whole night. You'd be tired too." "Then why don't you sleep? Have you been thinking about that scumbag? Let me tell you, no matter how many skincare products you use, nothing beats getting enough sleep. Take that female tyrant in my company for example. She's not even in her forties, but her skin looks like that of a sixty-year-old—"

It makes me want to wrap my arms around him but I stopped myself, afraid that I might interrupt his sleep. He slept late last night because of me so h deserves all the rest he can get. I put my palm at the side of my face and place my hand on top of it, admiring an awesome view in front of me. Uno's black messy hair complemented his fair skin. His eyes were defined by his thick lashes and brows, his jaw can cut apples and a narrow nose which I think, you can slide a coin. And oh, his skin looks so soft like he never encounters a speck of dirt for it's so flawless! I wonder what's his skincare? The pores in his face aren't that visible, I envy him. My eyes traveled down to his lips. It's pink

It is like holding all you have ever wanted in your arms like it has become yours, but getting it ripped away from your arms before realizing that it was never really yours to begin with. *** The next morning, I wake up with a pulsing pain in my neck and back, because I slept on the cold marble floor. I stand up and walk like a zombie to the bathroom and observe my face in the mirror. There are dark circles and bags under my eyes making me look like I haven't slept in days, and my eyes are bloodshot despite having slept for hours. My skin is pale, so much that it is almost colourless and it has lost the shine it once possessed.

Things happen at the full moon, or so I’ve heard, that aren’t acceptable the rest of the month. By the time I get home, the adrenaline has worn off. I shuffle up the wide staircase and into my room, where I barely get my shoes off before I collapse on the bed. But deeply instilled discipline dies hard, and Mother always stressed the importance of a nighttime skincare routine. By the time I get my face scrubbed clean and I’ve changed into my pajamas, I’m beyond exhausted. It will be a miracle if I can get up in time for brunch. I’ve only been asleep for a few hours when I jerk awake to the sound of my Mother’s outraged voice shouting, “What the hell is this?”

He kissed her repetitively, playing with her wet hair. His heart thumped wildly as he inhaled her lemon-like scent. "Doll!" He called again, and Yoori stirred in her sleep, getting out of the covers. He watched her back under the warm covers and swallowed dryly, his Adam's apple bubbling up and down. Red marks were imprinted all over her body. He expected it to take up to three days for them to fade and others to imprint again.

RAVEN The water in the basin was steaming, but it didn't feel hot enough. I sat on the edge of the bathtub in our quarters, my shirt discarded on the floor. Dominic stood behind me, his hands trembling as he dipped a soft white cloth into the water. Every time the cloth touched the skin of my throat, I flinched. It wasn't just because of the soreness. It was because the marks weren't purple or red. They were black. Five long, thin finger-prints were etched into my skin like ink soaking into parchment. No matter how hard Dominic rubbed, the color didn't fade. It had become a brand.

Sleepy is watching me as my eyes roam all over his gorgeous skin. "You..." I don't know what I'm trying to say. My brain is terribly fevered—I've never seen a body so flawless—broad shoulders, bronzed skin, a narrow waist, killer abs, and bulging veins, but the most delicious part about Sleepy must be his arousal. When I unconsciously suck my lips into my mouth while wishing I could taste him, Sleepy grunts as if suffering in agony. "Don't look at me like that, Alyssa..."

he asked while looking puzzled. “Uh… Nope? Why are you asking? I mean, I don't need to put anything on my face or body because I just can't sleep.” He frowned even more. “But some girls were doing some night care before sleeping.” I stopped myself from rolling my eyes at him. “It was them. My skin were fine. I don’t like putting some too much products in my skin other than lotion and a moisturizer before sleeping.” I said while looking at his face and I think he understood what I was saying.