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.

“Under….now,” he hissed, shoving me down. I dropped to my knees, scrambling beneath the heavy oak, the cool floor biting into my skin as I curled up tight, dress bunched around my waist, his cum-slick cock still throbbing inches from my face in the dim space.

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.

“Are you—what did he mean?” She sat down across from me, legs crossed, pulling the blanket over her thighs. “Oh, that,” she said with a small shrug. “I have this skin condition… it’s rare. Basically, when rainwater touches me, something in it triggers this really bad reaction. I get itchy, like unbelievably itchy. Then my skin starts to pale, swell, turn red… sometimes even bruises.” My eyes widened, and my stomach clenched. “That sounds awful.”

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.

I'd fallen so many times that I'd stopped trying to get back up, and was just crawling through the thick, loamy mud under the drenched forest canopy. The patter of chill rain on the back of my neck was bad enough, every drop sending new shivers down my spine, but my soaked jeans were chafing in every direction and on every sensitive bit of me. Why had I worn skinny jeans this tight again? Oh, right, going out clubbing, and not planning on being kidnapped and cursed. Mud squelched through my fingers and seeped into my ankle boots.

Don't ruin my plans D. She rolled her eyes at the short text message and pocketed her phone. She walked into the elevator and pressed the button for Kendrick's office. As the elevator hummed, her skin started to itch. She ignored it at first, thinking it wasn't serious. Then her entire body started itching terribly, and as she scratched at the itchiness, her skin came off. The fair skin peeled off, revealing the darker toned skin of her true self.