Joseph Joestar Skin Novels & Stories

His wrestler's shoulders were part of his burly physique. His nomad-blue eyes twinkled every time he speaks. They were Saturn round and were a-flush with triumph. His excellent personality and bass voice were a big part of his ambitious character. He always wore nifty clothes and his commanding aroma is appealing. Joey on the other side has a manly physique. His mariner-yellow eyes were orb around and darted constantly, a-gleam with delight and the vigor of youth. They were soft, Irish eyes and swam with joy. They shone brightly, as two sapphires dipped in milky pools.

"Hurry up, if the wound is torn open, I can help you deal with it." Josiah immediately took off his clothes obediently and allowed her to check the wound. Fortunately, the wound did not reopen. Even with this wound on his back, it did not reduce his sexiness at all. It even added a touch of 'forbidden beauty'.

She gestured towards Joe and Bryan respectively. Leukos, adorned in a polar bear fur wrap on the upper half of his tail and an ornate whale leather vest, stood out with his all-white appearance. Even the skin of his torso, which was visible between his fur wrap and vest, matched the albino white of the rest of his body. Despite his young age, he had a muscular build, hinting at the potential for great size once he reached adulthood, resembling an adolescent bodybuilder. Notably, his plate contained only meats. He carefully placed his plate on the table and raised his hands to sign.

~ Knox ~ “Josie STOP!” I growl out in warning as her skin colour starts to pale, her energy levels draining before my very eyes. She was taking too much. As Hector’s skin colour was returning back to normal, albeit slightly pale… hers was deteriorating. “Just a little further…” She gasps out but I’ve had enough, I can’t watch any more of this. Take any more of this. She was going too far, and she needed to stop now.

The ribs lay under the skin like a map drawn by someone who had never seen a body - some jutting, some flat, some curved the wrong way. Between them, a faint dark vinework spread, as if a thousand hair-thin veins had been inked under the skin in a pattern that meant something to someone not human. Lera hissed between her teeth. “Gods save us.” Joss took a step back. “What did that?” Kael crouched and set the back of his fingers lightly against the man’s cheek. He flinched and then stilled. “He’s… cold in patches. Warm in others.”

SERA No, this man was the opposite of Jared. The opposite of polished and composed. Rugged. Yes, that was the word. He was shirtless, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming. Broad chest, anf uscles that didn’t come from hours with a trainer but from real work, thick arms, veined forearms, dusted with just enough dark hair to make my thighs clench. His skin was sun-warmed bronze, his jaw square and stubbled, like he hadn’t bothered shaving for anyone.

I would never ask him. “Let him in.” “Hey, Mal.” Joe walked in and stared down at me in the bath. “Relaxing?” He leaned against the door; he crossed his tattooed arms over his chest. His hair was starting to salt and pepper. I think women would refer to him as a silver fox. To me, he just looked like a retired biker. He favored jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather vest. The only difference I could distinguish between him and a biker was that Joe didn’t smoke and didn’t have leather skin. He was tanned but not to the point of damage.

"There are many who covet my life... Joestar, your methods are still insufficient." As soon as he finished speaking, the gun went off. Directly hitting him between the eyebrows. Joestar remained frozen in the position of raising his hands, his pupils dilated. Before he could even let out a scream, he fell forward. Blood splattered around, some droplets landing on Yosef's fingers. He furrowed his brows slightly. Patrick immediately ordered someone to bring a basin of water. Just as they were about to instruct someone to dispose of the body, Yosef spoke up.

He sighed, raking his hand in his black hair before he limped forward. "Ingrid, you are…" he didn't even have the right words to say when he saw her. Her skin was busy reforming back to its glow. It had peeled off and caused her to have some scrubs. Her eyes were still hollow and bleeding. Her fangs had been extracted. She watched in pure horror as her sharp nails which had been claws a moment ago returned to their normalcy. "Joseph? What…what… is happening to me?" She touched her skin, her hair. She tried every possible thing to make sense of what is happening with her. Joseph was confused. What did she mean? Didn't she know who she was?

He subconsciously covered up his different skin to seek comfort. “What’s wrong? Oh no” when Angelo said this, he looked at Teo light green skin that Teo desperately tried to cover up as the skin that was coloured light green was only placed on his wrist. His phoenix eyes flickered as he asked in a warm tone, or, threatened in a warm tone. “What was your relationship with that zerg?” Teo's eyes widened, he was now shaking nonstop. How did he notice it?