Gets Under My Skin Novels & Stories

"Awwn. That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. " She mumbled something underneath her breath and left regretting why today ever happened.

“I rеmеmbеr thе way thе grоund fеlt undеr mу skin when I wаѕ hiding undеr thе саr. It wаѕ ѕсrаtсhіng my knees, but I didn’t feel іt muсh. It wаѕ thе ѕаfеѕt ріесе оf соnсrеtе I’d ever been on. It fеlt wаrm іnѕtеаd оf rоugh.” I look dоwn аt mу knееѕ. They are bоth nеаrlу hеаlеd nоw. “It wаѕ funnу, bесаuѕе I соuld ѕее thеу wеrе blееdіng at the tіmе, but I dіdn’t fееl a thіng."

Looking too long means admitting that’s me now. I shower until the water runs cold. Scrub until my skin is angry and pink. Between my legs, under my arms, the back of my neck, like I can erase the accusation if I’m raw enough. It doesn’t work. The dirty feeling lives under the skin. I come out wrapped in one of Seraphiel’s hoodies. It’s too big; the sleeves flop over my hands. It smells like cedar and cigarette smoke and him. That’s the only thing that still feels like safety.

I have doubt's but theres no way I'm walking about without under garments! "Come on let's go. This morning is free till breakfast" Gabby says. Gabby, Tori, Rachel and I walk into the female hall. Soon, my skin begins to itch.. I sit on my bed agressivly rubbing my palms against my itchy skin. Soon rashes cover both my arms, my neck, my thighs and even my butt! I turn red and I begin to itch all over. "Sonia, are you alright? " Gabby asks when she sees me itching.

that was currently rewriting my DNA in real-time. My skin was no longer bronze or silver; it was a shifting, iridescent "Obsidian-Violet" that seemed to suck the light out of the bridge. When I breathed, the air didn't just move—it hummed with a frequency that made the nearby consoles spark and hiss.

Sebastian's POV He hesitated for a moment, not understanding my intent. But he complied, saying, "Yes, sir." I turned back into the office, my mood growing increasingly tense. Soon, I felt the familiar sensation of heat coursing through my body. I scratched myself, feeling the itchiness, and my skin felt like it was burning. The sensation was unbearable, and it was as if there were ants crawling all over me. My skin was both itchy and painful as if it were breaking down. Even the slightest touch of clothing against my skin was excruciating. I stripped off my clothes until I was completely naked in the pitch-black room. It was quiet all around, and I could hear the rapid thumping of my heart,

The floorboards were cool against my bare feet. I moved to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping under the spray before the water had fully warmed. I wanted to wash the day off, literally and metaphorically. I scrubbed my skin with a lavender-scented gel, watching the suds swirl down the drain, imagining them carrying away the lingering frustration and the memory of his hands near my skin. I stayed under the water until it ran clear and my skin was pink from the heat, then stepped out, wrapping a thick towel around myself.

She was the only one who seemed to hate me though. My nightgown already gotten soaked because of sweating. I kept breathing heavily. I need a man desperately. I am desperate. It is painful. Feels like several pins being pushed into your skin at once. I exhaled loudly and blew air to my skin and this made the hairs on my skin stand on their ends and goosebumps crept on my skin. I needed a man urgently. I gently placed one of my legs on the floor and the cold floor made it freeze. I winced. I brought the other one down also and stood up gently without my hands touching me.

The stickiness on my skin is easier to wipe away than the shame crawling under it. I glance down and see the shades I wore—cracked, and broken from… I don’t even want to say it.

The touch of my skin against the water brings a deep calm over my entire body. After a few minutes, I'm enjoying the atmosphere and the damn drink that, honestly, I don't know how I can like this... or rather, how I got used to it. Maybe from seeing Natasha furious because I stole the last sip of her favorite drink. I don't understand the Ibagon family's obsession with drinking it, though now I get it. 'This stuff works miracles on your skin,' especially with those damn forehead pimples. 'There were always like two that liked to mess with my existence, but now there's no trace of them.' Just then, Like That by Corbyn Besson starts playing. The simple lyrics remind me of her, so I get ready t