Fine Light Skins Novels & Stories

Her most striking feature is undoubtedly her skin, which bears delicate, white patches thanks to her rare condition, vitiligo. Her face, a canvas of contrasting hues - stark white patches like fine brushstrokes on a tapestry of warm brown. Her brows, lush and full, lend an air of intensity to her doe-like, enigmatic eyes. Her lips, wide and plump, seem to promise secrets with every flicker of a smile. And she wears her freckles like stars, with milky white dots trailing down her neck and arm, leading my eyes up to the generous swell of her chest. Even now, as she towers over me, her 5'7" frame casts a spell of fascination that holds me captive.

Angelo inquired while he; lightly; feel his face that was as smooth as a baby's skin. "Wow, I'm so envious, dude. Can't you share with me your beauty regime?" Jun can't seem to take his eyes off the face of Angelo- that seems to shine like a light bulb in front of him. "Look at those rosy cheeks, man. Those girls we would meet later would sure be envious- when they see your skin."

Orange early morning light was pouring into the otherwise dim room through the skyscraper’s all-glass exterior walls, making Fiona’s porcelain skin look flushed with a peachy glow. In one pic she was running a hand through her silky hair. Her long fingernails were freshly manicured, painted pink with white tips. Another pic showed Fiona leaning forward, tugging the neckline of her dress down and angling the camera for a good look at her pillowy cleavage. In all the pics her steely blue eyes and perfect, fuchsia-slicked lips were caught in expressions of coquettish taunting. “Fuck,” I mumbled. My mouth filled with saliva.

Jenny lowered her voice, looking warily at Maria. Maria kept staring blankly at Jenny, couldn't help but admire, her sister-in-law's skin was so smooth, even her pores were almost invisible! Moreover, it's still white, it's white, for a few days he's been running after his sister-in-law and Peter, who have been exposed to the sun to black, look at these two, tsk tsk, still as clear as water. Jenny frowned, raising her voice slightly, “Hey! Why are you so impolite!”

Her eyes carried up, taking in the flawless pale skin that seemed to stretch on for miles as she began to eye his face. Dark brows furrowed in concentration as his pink lips stretched down into an annoyed frown. His black hair with colorful tips was gelled back, away from being a pesky annoyance during his important task. The paleness of his skin brought out his bright, bluish white eyes that seemed to solely be focused on the papers in front of him.

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?

Ruby had never seen this before. “To reduce puffiness and dark circles,” Liz explained. “Oh… so that’s how it’s done.” Ruby scooted closer and looked at Liz. “Your skin is so smooth.” Ruby was now close enough to notice how Liz’s face was even more flawless. Ruby didn’t have acne or anything, but Liz’s skin was clearly more well cared for, even at this hour before any makeup. “You didn’t know something as basic as this? How have you managed to stay pretty?” Liz mocking her.

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.

Gently placing the tub on her tabletop, he lifted her chin up softly and traced her now tense chin with his thumb. Taking note of how her skin shivered under his thumb, Anberine, as he did this, continued to avoid looking at his eyes as Skye's thumb now lingered on her cheek. She was not a cat or dog, so who was he to treat her like that?! “You have pretty skin, how do you keep it so soft?” Skye asked softly as he marvelled on how little blemishes she had, knowing that most girls would be jealous to see her have such unblemished skin.

With this in mind, I decided to forgo heavy layers of foundation and opt for a lighter, more effortless approach. I reached for my trusty pancake, a lightweight and sheer foundation that would even out my skin tone without masking my natural complexion. Using a clean sponge, I delicately dabbed the pancake onto my skin, focusing on areas that needed a touch of coverage. The product effortlessly blended with my skin, leaving behind a subtle, luminous glow that enhanced my features. I admired how it evened out any imperfections while still allowing my skin's natural radiance to shine through. Next, I turned my attention to my lips. Instead of a bold lipstick, I wanted something more subdued, a