Fine Light Skin Novels & Stories

"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?

"Be gentler. Sabrina has delicate skin. She's not like you, rough and unrefined by nature." Rough and unrefined?

She tries to free her hands from my grip overhead but it doesn't work. She curses at me again but it merely amuses me. I'm still stuck on how beautiful she looks like this. Her pale skin shines in the light and the way her blood rushes along her skin only adds to it. It's an unusual blue that matches her eyes and gives her an eternal glow. It's unbelievable.

"Who are you to judge me? You decided to send Peanut away all by yourself, so you're the cruel one here! Everything I did was just to have you look our way and keep you here!" Ethan barked out a cold laugh. "Stop this nonsense. I've made it clear that there'd never be anything between us, and everything I did was just for Peanut. You're just despicable for using him against me." Hearing that, Chloe pulled out a knife and flashed a sinister grin. "Fine. I'll be despicable, as you wish. I wonder how pretty you'd still look skinned, layer by layer." With that, she stepped toward me, raising her knife.

All she wanted in that moment was to clear her mind and think about nothing at all. Moonlight washed over her, softening her outline. Without the usual composure and precision she carried through the day, she looked quietly, effortlessly beautiful. Her features were soft in the pale light, her lips lightly flushed, and her skin still held a gentle, healthy glow.

After draping me in a sheer, gauzy overlay, I looked even more delicate. Beata rolled up my sleeves, adding a touch of playfulness and youthful vigor. The light-red lipstick made my skin appear even fairer and finer. Without blush, my skin naturally radiated a rosy hue. It seemed my recent rest had paid off. Beata nodded in satisfaction and said, "This outfit is made of fine materials. The pleated skirt is of soft silk, flowing like water when you move. Paired with the airy gauze and ribbon, you look as if you've stepped out of a painting, fresh and ethereal."

"If you didn't say it outloud I wouldn't have known you thought I made my money off of killing people" Alek said crouching down in front of her till he was on eye level with her, his index finger stretched out to lift her head up, he noticed how soft her skin was and looking closely at her he could see the tiny spread of freckles around here eyes, it was barely visible except you were this close to her face, he liked the way the light shone on her eyes ,they were simple blue but with the light it looked like they were dark blue and he was mesmerized, not only did she look beautiful from afar she was exotic this close and he loved what he saw.

The sheer weight of his bulk cracked the surface with a deep boom, sending up a spray of ice shards and steam. But the Light Fae had already launched into the air, rising with a sudden grace on newly-formed silver wings. They shimmered, broad and veined like those of a butterfly. They flapped with a whispering hiss, like silk being pulled taut over blades. As the Light Fae’s hood slipped back, he saw their sharp metallic face clearly once again. Silver hair braided into tight cords, matted flat to the scalp, as if fused to the flesh. Their stark white eyes stared directly into his core.

But just as they were going to leave, they overhear Miss S'Oreal tell the photo editor to quickly edit Zoe’s skin tone on the photo. Zoe immediately turns around. “I’m sorry, what?” she impatiently snaps with a stone cold expression to match. "What?" Miss S'Oreal responds casually, not sensing Zoe’s hostility. “What are you doing?” the much taller woman questions. Making your skin lighter," Miss S’Oreal answers simply. Zoe cocks an unimpressed eyebrow. “Why?” “To make your skin lighter.” “I thought this ad was for morenas70,” Zoe argues. "It is," Miss S'Oreal agrees, still not quite getting why the atmosphere is so tense around them. It was joyous a few minutes ago.