Fine Light Skin Novels & Stories

he said, holding up a finger, “let’s just review, shall we? Because frankly I’m starting to feel like I’m in the presence of some celestial being or mythical creature or something.” “Oh gods, here we go,” I muttered. “First,” he said, ticking off on his fingers, “your hair. That stark white—not silver, not blonde—actual white. And it’s long. Like holy-shit-don’t-sit-on-it long.” I laughed under my breath. “Second—your skin. Like… I don’t even think alabaster is the right word. Porcelain? Snowflake-kissed perfection? I don’t know, but it’s unnatural.”

With Grayson and I holding the reins, perhaps we can steer the Obsidian into a more positive and productive mechanism that serves humanity instead of trying to manipulate it. I pull on some dress slacks and button up my silk blouse. I brush my hair back into a neat ponytail and apply a little mascara and lipstick. My natural caramel complexion rarely requires any foundation to smooth blemishes or cover dark circles. Yet, my friends think I apply it because they say my skin always looks so flawless, smooth, and healthy. Judging from how quickly the faces tend to wrinkle like prunes on the Winchester side of the family, I’ll attribute the good genes to my mother’s side.

With not a little effort, I rolled over onto my back and looked up to see the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She had light brown hair with just a hint of red and bright blue eyes and seemed to have as many freckles on her face as there were stars in the sky. Her skin was so pale as to be almost literally white. Her tits weren’t huge, but they were big enough I admit to a bit of jealousy when I realized they weren’t sagging even a little.

he asked. “I’m a powder and lipstick kind of a girl,” she said. “That’s good. Your skin is not heavy with chemicals. Even if some products are mild, the fact that they’re still foreign objects put on your skin, they can still pose some threat to it,” he said. Zofi enjoys the light conversation. Sometimes, a chat with a stranger is the one she needs. “Your eyebrows are nice. Do you maintain them?” he asked. With almost his entire face covered, Zofi could only see Racket's eyes and those are beautiful.

The green of the first leaf of spring sprouting from a bud… Marked by flecks of gold. They were shining, sparkling and bright. They were alive. “So will you?” His full, pink lips moved, stealing my attention from those eyes. My gaze scanned him, taking notice of each and everything that was his. His body was large, solid and strong. His skin wasn’t extremely tanned like Fabiano’s. His was fair like mine. I knew I was unnaturally pale but his skin wasn’t ghostly pale like mine. His nose was straight, strong, his chiseled jaw was prominent and covered with a trimmed stubble. His jet-black hair was styled back.

Dark hair, pale complexion, and freckles. She looked at me and smiled. “You look exactly like him.”

“I’m Jenax, from Britannica.” I leaned in closer to Laixa. “What’s wrong with her skin?” “Nothing, those are called freckles and are common in people from the far north. In the sun it seems that they become multiply. She could put her mouth on my flower any day,” whispered Laixa in my ear and giggled.

They depicted an image of a tall tree and a small shrub, both of the same species but varying with age. Feng Shao was merely thirty years old but his built and pretty looks did not make him look like it. He has light grey hair that is close to white and eyes that are a shade of light blue. His skin is so pale to the point that when he stays in the sun for long, it would be covered with sun burns all over. Overall he was quite beautiful for a man.

Long eyelashes gently fall, like two wings of a moth, so beautiful that it makes people stop breathing. The woman's skin was white, pale to the point of being transparent, weak, and fragile as a piece of crystal. Her lips were as red as blood and as bright as the Biennial petals that had just been cut off. The red color stood out on her porcelain white skin, beautiful and then exuding a kind of extreme cold, making the hairs on the back of other people's necks shiver involuntarily, hands and feet cold. Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body.

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.