Human Skin Wallpaper Story Novels & Stories

It has been about three weeks since James's Birthday. Christiana was occupied with work and she had recently updated her blog showing off her skin using the caption; "My Skin, I'm so in love with my skin. Shout out to all Dark and Brown Skinned Men And Women out there. Show off your skin using the hashtag #blackpeoplearebeautiful and don't forget to tag Tiana's Blog." It was well received but there were also comments like; How won't you love your skin when you are using like 50k Skin care products?

Back at my apartment, I opened my laptop and searched my name. The screen was filled with poison. In French, English, even Chinese. Every story said the same thing: I was a homewrecker. A user who slept her way into galleries. My work was dismissed as worthless. My name was dragged through the mud. My phone rang. Harper's name. "Sienna! Are you okay?" Her voice was filled with worry. "I saw the articles!" "I'm fine," I choked out. "It's all bullshit! I'm getting my legal team on it right now!" Harper was furious. "That bitch Vivienne. Does she ever fucking quit?"

His answer drifted away “How am I an example?” “Have you ever noticed? How come your skin is like a 12-year-old when in fact, you are already 24? And why does your skin radiate like a newborn baby when the sun hits? Or why your lips are still as soft and pink like a newborn, that they would probably bruise if I pinched them together” saying that, he really did pinch her lower lips between his thumb and index finger. As if agreeing with him, it drained out of the blood and turn white as she frowned in pain. She hissed and rubbed her lips when he let go.

I’m sure that I can’t handle it alone. I kicked that door down and stepped carefully into the room. The naked woman’s body was lying stiff on a king-size white bed. I walked closer. The corpse’s eyes were scudding, almost out of place. It’s like she just saw something terrible. Her skin is shrinking. Her pretty face turned out to be like a granny. It looks more like a human skull wrapped in skin. “You—” I turned towards the source of the sound. A handsome man in a plain white shirt sits on a maroon couch. A smile appeared on the man’s lips when he looked at me.

he winked at her making her blush. “ Can you stop with the compliments? It's not as if I'm that pretty anyways." she voiced out. “ Damn, you are. Same skin that was broken be the same skin takin' over, most things out of focus, view, but when you're in the room, they notice you (Notice you), 'Cause you're beautiful, yeah, you're beautiful, them men, them gon' fall in love with you and all of your glory, your skin is not only dark, it shines and it tells your story, keep dancin', they can't control you, they watchin', they all adore you, If ever you are in doubt

my laugh becoming more and more uncontrollable. “You should be happy I don’t crave werewolf brain, no one will be safe in this house” she says with a mouthful. As I step closer to her, I notice the intricately designed wallpaper in the room, adorned with delicate floral patterns that add a touch of elegance to the space. The room itself is neat and tidy, with soft lighting that creates a warm and cozy ambiance. “Are the wallpapers new?” I ask out of sheer curiosity and she gives a honest response. “Silver was out for some time and she thinks they’ll look lovely in the room”.

The wall was empty save for the darkness curling on the corners and the paintings that filled the flowery wallpapers. Sex in bed seemed to be a cliché for Alpha Alain, that’s why he brought her on the walls of the living room instead. And it brought a grin to her face, one that is female and wild. “Sasha…” he moaned her name as he stroked lazy, taunting circles around her hard nipples. Alain’s hair was wet with sweat but Sasha just gripped it tighter like how the last thread of her sanity is clinging to her mind. “I’ll finish you on these walls.”

He growled lowly and smacked his head into the side of my leg. “No!” I growled back. Gunner’s wolf snorted and huffed. He snapped his head back and slowly the silver fur receded into his human skin. Gunner stood back upright on two human legs, naked and in full view. I tried to avert my eyes, but it was like I lost any and all function over my body. My hungry gaze traced over every bump and every dip that his muscles created. His smooth creamy skin was basically hairless, with broad shoulders and thick defined biceps. The soft pink battle scars that marred his chest and arm, only added to his painstaking beauty. My eyes followed the natural path that his muscles created, past the well define

He sighs, opens his eyes, places his hands behind his head, and stares at the ceiling. “Every scar tells a tale or conceals a secret.” He flicks his head to the side and locks his gaze with me. “For instance. The fresh bullet wound to the ribs tells the story of a man who placed himself in front of flying bullets to protect the one woman he imagined he could not bear to look at.” His voice is laced with tenderness, passion, and warmth. “The blinding bruise that covers my back,” he slightly turns to his side, away from me, exposing the large bruise that is smeared on one side of his back. I gasp, embedding the horrid colours of blue, purple, and black that paint a haunting story across his fl

’ Julie thumbs in the direction of the staff that has been peering at us suspiciously. I mentally chuckle at their flushed crimson faces. These people are too pale for my liking. It’s hilarious how quickly their skin picks up shade irrespective of the emotions. I think it’s a con to have a washy complexion. It’s too much to handle. I prefer my ivory skin tone over the flawless skin tone of she-wolves. It’s not a chaos to maintain. You are almost transparent and easily readable. Once they blush, every single creature in the room would get the hinge.