Novel & Cerita Fine Light Skins

he says softly, “but that’s only ’cause I’ve got… mad skills.” I should laugh. Maybe even roll my eyes. But I don’t. The room, bathed in soft lamp light, has swallowed all harsh edges. Overhead lights would have ruined it. They always do. The glow traces his face in gold, revealing details I’d never noticed before, the fine blond hairs along his cheeks, the straight line of a fresh shave. His skin looks impossibly soft, smooth, begging for a touch, daring me not to. “Mad skills, huh?” I murmur, letting the words hang. “Bet that gets you into a lot of trouble.”

By the time Doc Liv finished coiling the foil on Blame’s skin, the stars were already twinkling at the indigo sky, the full moon beaming in its center. The foil was sticky and it irate Blame more than ever, but as they were in a hurry to go to the Great Hall, she just gritted her teeth and tried her best to ignore the impulse of ripping her artificial skin apart. Doc Liv was right, though. Her skin looked way too different. It was far from being rough and dry. In fact, it could be compared to a baby’s skin, so pale, so soft, and so milky.

It was not a long walk to our our class. "You're skin is so nice Yvonne." Natalie complimented Yvonne's skin. Well, Yvonne had a really fair skin, she used to be obsessed with her appearance because of Lucas, and it paid of really well. Her skin was healthy, no eye bags and dark circles were seen, her face was like glass.

DAVINA The light rain slid down the sides of my face, cold little droplets mixing with the heat of anger boiling beneath my skin. The dim streetlights flickered, casting long shadows on the empty road. My elbows rested on my bent knees, fingers drumming impatiently against my soaked leather pants. The hot pink lipstick stood out against the darkness of the night, a vibrant splash of color amid the surrounding gray. I chose it to look tough well, I also needed something flashy to draw attention away from my zombie face and those dark under-eye circles.

Near her eighteened summer and she was still prone to childish behaviors. Away from the harsh sun of her lands, her skin had lightened from the dark brown to one so light he felt it would turn olive with more time, but he doubted the possibility. Her skin was now a soft brown. A complexion it would maintain, never lighter or darker unless taken back to her land where the sun would be more than happy to scorch it again.

She could not help but silently grumble at how unfair it was that this man could look so attractive, especially his skin, which was much smoother than hers! She even considered asking him what kind of skincare products he used.

Liu Ting loved complimenting his eyes. Si Ning was one of a kind, the one called pretty boy, cute and his beauty could rival most beautiful women with his luminous flawless smooth skin almost like polished translucent jade. He was one person that would steal the spotlight wherever he was which made him land into trouble most times since he would never allow a perverted old man or woman to try to grope him in a club.

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.

The appearance of the "Seraphina-Skin" was the ultimate "Mod" of the human heart. Silas stood paralyzed, his gold-veined wolf form withdrawing into a state of terminal vulnerability. He looked at the woman who had faked her death thirty years ago and then sacrificed her solar-resonance for him, only to see her now as a "Premium Restoration." She was beautiful, her skin a flawless ivory shot through with veins of mercury-silver, but she had no scent. She was a "Hollow Asset," a high-definition lie designed to bridge the gap between Silas’s grief and the Collector’s market.

Sane pursed his lips as he took a good look at her. Even when the lighting in the area wasn’t really that good, he could still see how pale she was. She was so pale that her skin seemed to be like paper, so white, so brittle. In contrast to her complexion, her irises, on the other hand, were black and deep. It was almost as dark as the night itself. Her nose wasn’t that long. It was a little narrower. Her lips, on the other hand, were full, and just like her complexion, they were a little pale as well.