Gets Under My Skin Novels & Stories

Someone could easily listen to their conversation from miles away. “I don’t know, some of these sellers could be so dog-headed. I mean I am a woman and most are men” “Everyone has a price, Jessie. Besides with a little bit of dirt, you can always get someone to do what you want “ “Dirt”. She said, sounding very inquisitive. “Yeah, dirt. Nobody wants dirt on their clothes, nobody wants the skeleton in their cupboard to be revealed.” She didn’t say anything, just kept on sipping her smoothie, smacking her lips with each gulp.

Because the only thing running through my mind was She’s going to find out. My gaze dropped to my oversized, worn out T-shirt, the one I only wore on days I wanted to feel like a soft heap of sadness. Thankfully, it was baggy enough to mask the slight curve beginning to form beneath my belly button. Not yet noticeable to the untrained eye, but I had seen it. Felt it. Feared it. If I’d been wearing one of my usual crop tops or even a fitted tank, she would’ve known immediately. I said a silent, frantic thank you to the universe and cleared my throat.

It was almost as if something alive was moving inside her body on its own will, consuming whatever it felt wasn’t healthy for her. “I can see through your skin with my ability. If you want, I can heal you,” Karis said in a calmer tone. ⸻

----------------------------------------- I heard shoes running against the floors coming towards us. We ready our guns to shot them the moment they will be in our sight. However, a gunshot rang in the air followed by sudden pain on my upper arm. I saw the bullet getting stuck in the wall in front if me. ----------------------------------------- NEET SHIT! ----------------------------------------- I cursed in a low voice enough for Bella and me to hear. It stings like Bitch you know, it's a good thing that bullet just scrapped the sking and didn't hot stuck in the arm.

The man gets right under my skin. The shower water feels amazing as I begin to relax underneath the warm water. Liberally I put enough of my mango shower gel into the palm of my hand and wash myself with it. My senses are already heightened from the run and the pheromones that Blake gives off. I resist the urge to make myself orgasm, I have work to do.

She muttered incomprehensible words as she laid back on her bed, leaving the computer to run. ******************** Hey, wassup guys, hope you're enjoying D.S.M.O . So far we still don't know why there is a bullet in the wall. Even I don't know, or wait... Do I? Well find out more in my next chapter. Don't to vote for me and comment. Please is it to early for me to ask for a new cover photo, cos I'm out of ideas right now ... Please help me out with this. I'll really appreciate it BYE..

That’s not even the worst of it. I feel something, something inside me, something that isn’t me. I don’t know how to explain it better than that. It's almost like I feel it, whatever it is, moving around under my skin. Speaking of my skin, it feels so tight and stretched. It’s strange but it's like I've grown but skin hasn’t. The feeling is almost painful. Whatever this is, it's not so bad in the mornings and afternoons but in the evening and at night, especially after sunset it seems, it's oppressive and nearly all I can think about.

My skin…feels hot despite the wetness from the rain. “No…no way.” I hiss through gritted teeth as weakness spreads through my limbs and a hushed sensitivity works its way against my skin. Heat…am going into heat now?

I added and goosebumbs suddenly spread across my skin as I felt his fingertips graze my underwear. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a bad idea anyway.

Because the hand that emerged from the sleeve was rotting. Not wounded. Not infected. But dead. The skin hung in thin, loose folds, grey-green and peeling, with long cracks that oozed black fluid. Black veins pulsed beneath the translucent flesh—no, not veins—tunnels. And inside them, something squirmed. Maggots. Or something like them. Moving slowly beneath the skin. Living under the flesh. I fought the wave of nausea that curled inside me, forcing my breath to steady. But my throat locked.