Fine Light Skin Novels & Stories

“Who cares if you aren't burned to a crisp like those girls are who spend most of their lives in a tanning booth? I actually think that fair skin is a lot more beautiful.” “You're just saying that,” I said. “No, I'm not,” he replied. “I'm serious. I think tanned skin makes a girl look rough around the edges. Fair skin is elegant and sexy.” He shrugged. “I guess that's just how I feel. Everybody has an opinion.”

his skin looked white, so white that a simple lock of his dark hair on the forehead made a striking contrast to his face. There was a silver glow on his skin under the foul brightness peaking through the windows. It made her suffer. It hitched her breaths still, Reyne took a breath. She let her hands stick her chest rather than putting them anywhere around him. She closed her eyes as holding those tears became yet again inevitable.

he smiled proudly, showing his perfect white teeth which really went well with his white hair, and added flash to his black eyes. Lilith looked at him with admiration. He was very good looking and so we’re his features. He had a darker skin shade than Lilith’s which was caramel. He dark skin and black eyes went really well but then the twist came with his hair which was oddly white but that did not make him any less good looking, he still looked very handsome and could make any lady ogle him. "Oh OK" she cut off her wild thoughts and return his smile. "Actually, I am glad you're here. There is something l need your help for"

That's right, and she's not old; her 24th birthday hasn't passed yet! But the fact that she has a son who is almost six years old is also actual. Fiona Forger carefully looked at herself in the mirror, her so-called pretty and delicate face, fair and flawless skin; if there were anything on her body worth comparing with others, it would be only her skin. This natural white is worth it; not being blackened by the Melbourne sun is not bad.

Would you have been able to forgive him? I carefully observed the features forged on his pale skin, slightly flushed at strategic points. She had a beautiful smile, although a wide scar interrupted the side of her lower lip. His hair curled below his shoulders, shining in platinum strands. He wore a weak makeup, highlighting his lips by a discreet red.

My dick was getting a charge out of this conversation and now it’s wilting faster than picked daisies. She innocently blinks her long eyelashes. “No. You may not have noticed but my skin is a nice brown tone. That keeps me from fucking sheep.” Her smile breaks through and I want nothing more than to kiss her. No… devour her. “It rather sucks that there aren’t more derogatory descriptive white slams,” she continues. “Your people have no problem finding terms for anyone without pasty skin.” Her kind, my kind. “Why does there need to be a kind?” I ask because I’m truly interested in her answer.

I snap at him, dropping my hand and glaring at him. “That’s the thing dude I do know! I know she has bright white hair, it’s so bright it’s almost silver, her complexion is so so pale, yet her cheeks are littered with 78 freckles, yes 78 exactly because I count them every single night. Then her eyes” I sigh, closing my eyes, her little face coming to the forefront of my mind immediately.

Nothing happened. “Nothing's happening,” I say, aiming the light at the man. This is the first time I have seen his face. I find him good-looking and I bet he's even more than that in broad daylight. He has remarkably dense blue eyes. His hair is dark, jawline sculpted finely and his mouth is thin and chiselled. His skin tone is fair and I begin to wonder if he has a blood of an Italian. He certainly didn't look pure American. I know there is a blend of European in him.

She has 5 different lotions to apply and maintains a strict schedule on when to wash her face and take a bath. "Thank you, you have nice skin as well." I said back and continued to walk. Natalie did have a nice, although tanner than Yvonne's, ti's still considered fair. The skin type that astonishes me is Lucas', his skin is whiter than white itself, he looks like a sheet of white A-bond paper. 'I sometimes wonder if he's a vampire.' 'I need to know who's doing this and why they're targeting me.' I thought to myself, my first guess is it must be one of Lucas' stans.

The pale one was at the far left. I had noticed it before. Of course I had noticed it, it was the kind of thing you noticed in a wardrobe, the thing that caught light differently from its neighbors, the specific quality of a silk that had been treated with sufficient care in its production that it held its color the way glass held water: completely, with depth, with the particular luminosity of a thing that was made rather than manufactured. Pale. Water-colored. The color of early morning on a surface that held the sky. I had noticed it and not worn it.