Human Skin Wallpaper Story Novels & Stories

Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky I’ve been staring at the grey, golden and white walls and the so-called classy furniture consecutively with maddening intensity like felons had the prison cell printed in their minds, I’d this Goddamn Mansion. My skin was burning and my lungs were suffering burning from lack of oxygen. This textured ceiling of the repulsing pink room with stars and the whole screwed universe model was going to be a lasting nightmare once I get out of here, I reckon.

3 is still gossiping. [STATES...] A man is facing the computer while playing his favorite game, Rules of Survival (ROS). While he is constantly playing, his guardian is constantly telling stories to him. "Some people know that you here because you were born ugly. They brought you here to have plastic surgery." Diego told him. "No! I don't have any plastic surgery. I will punch them all! Argh!" said the man angrily who was just facing the computer and focused on what he was playing. "They say you look like a monster. Hahaha!" it's still a story but it's obviously insulting.

I replied under my breath, my wall get hardened. Mr. Vampire then unzipped his pants, but all of his clothes are still standing firmly on his body, as same as the dress I wear. “Are you willing to accept the punishment?” He asked. And I desperately nodded, as I felt he started to caress my wall with the tip of his dick, I started to lose my mind. “Hmm-huh” I gasped. It was his second under my skin, Mr. Vampire left his dick inside of me and he started our unfinished conversation again, at the time, my wall was filled by him.

Immediately, I stepped back putting my palms on my face to hide it, so no one could see the repercussions of what the sunlight could do to my skin. The damage had been done. My arms began to crack and a shaft of light began to glimmer. I rushed past the crowd, hitting people, walls, and everything that came my way to reach the washroom. Where I locked myself until it got normal, all the cracks healed within the blink of an eye, and my pretentious skin came back.

And I was living proof that judging a book by its cover was a dangerous game. He stepped into the other room. He was back in moments, his latest victim a silent wraith. She was nothing but skin and bone, her belly sucked in so far I could see the point on the base of her sternum. Her hair was chopped off at odd angles and her skin had a yellow cast to it.

These people expected me to act a certain way, and anything less would result in my being kicked out in the cold. The Madam led me down a long hallway lined with more unsettling portraits. Their shrewd eyes seemed to follow our every move, judging as if they knew why I was here. The wallpaper beneath caught my eye and I tried not to frown at the wilted roses, so decayed the red hues were now a deep shade of rust brown. “Who on earth would want that as their wallpaper?” Ziva commented, and I couldn’t help but agree.

Plush leather couches lined the walls, and a low table in the center held bottles of the finest whiskey and vodka. The women came quickly, their practiced smiles and soft touches designed to comfort and seduce. But every time one of them laid a hand on me, it stung. Their touch wasn’t soothing. It felt wrong, like sandpaper against raw skin. My wolf growled in the back of my mind, disgusted by their presence, but I ignored him.

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

“Stop…don’t…” The skin tore wider, revealing a fox's muzzle pushing through its long, gleaming teeth beneath it. The Vincent-skin hung like discarded clothing, draped over this creature. The fox spoke through both mouths at once—human lips stretching while animal teeth snapped together menacingly. “Do you love the man…or the monster that wears his skin?” Camela shook her head frantically as tears streamed down her face. “You’re lying…you’re twisting him…” From the corner, the maid's voice spoke softly. “Not lies. This is what binds him: the fox in human skin.”

he smiled falsely, still angry. I see the perfect decor, everything is thought out to the smallest detail. Mirrored ceiling, massive wardrobe, but most of all I am attracted to the photo Wallpaper, which shows a woman in the arms of two men. My reaction is noticed by the satisfied owner of the apartment and speaks with courtesy. " I'll be right back!"