Fine Light Skin Novels & Stories

Even in the dim lamplight it caught hints of gold and copper, the color warm and strange—like sunlight trapped in autumn leaves. My brows pushed together in concentration. I hadn’t noticed that before. Or maybe I had and simply never allowed myself the time to look this closely. Unable to stop myself now, I dragged my gaze to the freckles dusting the bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks. They were faint and scattered like someone had flicked a paintbrush across her skin, just enough to soften the sharpness of her features, giving her a disarming sort of youthfulness.

The blood red muscle, as red as the apple she held in her hand strangled into a bone-chilling smirk. His skin was fair, unlike the rough and tanned skin of a Vieann person, he had the fair skin of a true Harian, with the soft hue that reflected droplets that fell from the sky (rain), turning the common fair skin of a Harian into a kind of milkish-fair skin…. Beautiful. As she stared, she noticed the shift in his expression, the pull of creases on his forehead, the sweep of his dark eyelashes, only bleached by the touches of fairness on the tips, when they swept up they turned his eyes into the sun setting in a distant horizon.

Jim lowered his head, and the only thing he saw was Bonnie's beautiful face, tilted to one side so he would not see her tears. She was extremely thin, so much so that her jawline looked as though it had been carved with a pencil, so sharp that she did not need any highlighter or bronzer to accentuate it. Her tear streaks glimmered in the bright light. Jim let out a sigh, but no matter how reluctant he was to do so, he still reached his hand out.

her older step sister looked towards Emily and said while smiling. "Indeed, my dear, you said right. We are too kind individuals," Kylie said with a cheerful grin all over. She knew her girl too well, she hated that girl. Additionally to this, she also loathes this bitch somewhere inside her bones. Obviously, she likewise despises her more in light of the fact that she looks so excellent and white. Her jade white cheeks are pinkish to the point that everybody wants to touch them. Her mournful eyes resemble ocean water so unadulterated. Her grin is splendid and flawless which can grab any man's heart. At the point when she grinds her white jade teeth look so captivating all over like a kid. T

I just stared and got lost in drinking his face in. His silky long lashes teased his cheekbones each time he blinked. The tan of his skin made his skin look olive. My hands twitched at my side as i debated touching his skin and verifying the smooth panes on the visible one. My eyes travelled down again to the tunic he wore. Did he have scars? Where did he have them?

Eranthe denied with a straight face. "Quite like it," Colin didn't give her face. Eranthe widened her eyes. How could he think of her like that? Colin leaned back with a lazy posture, looking relaxed, "You look quite enticing like this." If the skin color wasn't delicate and smooth, wearing this outfit could make someone appear dirty and unkempt. Eranthe's skin was radiant and healthy, with a tempting allure of wheat color. If she wore this outside, she would undoubtedly attract attention. Colin wasn't pleased with the idea.

’ Julie thumbs in the direction of the staff that has been peering at us suspiciously. I mentally chuckle at their flushed crimson faces. These people are too pale for my liking. It’s hilarious how quickly their skin picks up shade irrespective of the emotions. I think it’s a con to have a washy complexion. It’s too much to handle. I prefer my ivory skin tone over the flawless skin tone of she-wolves. It’s not a chaos to maintain. You are almost transparent and easily readable. Once they blush, every single creature in the room would get the hinge.

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.

"Uh, yeah. And you?" "Yep. I changed nothing about my appearance. Don't need to," he grinned proudly. Good for him. "You?" "No. Though, I made my skin a bit.." more alive? More healthy? Less dead and grey? ".. a bit more pink toned," Erin timidly finished. That works, too.

Soft was the right word, I decided, allowing my eyes to briefly drop as far as her visibly heaving bosom before returning to her face, soft and feminine. The color of her eyes had always fascinated me. A deep shade of topaz, though at this moment only a rim of that remarkable color remained around her dilated pupils. Her skin was incredible. Under the spreading dark stain on her smooth cheeks, it was milk-pale and totally flawless. Did that milky pallor extend all over?