Joseph Joestar Skin Novels & Stories

He approaches a black panel of buttons and begins to type like a mad man. I can't help but watch his dark green body anxiously as he does. He looks like something out of my nightmares. His alligator-like skin covers his entire body, unlike the Gaimo soldiers who only have it in vulnerable places. His skin also seems impenetrable. I would bet it is three inches thick.

His eyes flickered to a dark grey color, No longer did I see his normal blue shade "I'm assuming you transformed? that's why your in- " I used my glass to motion to his attire. Shirtless in a pair of loose fitting shorts and barefoot "I believe the term your looking for is what we call "shifting" Leo was boy next door cute despite his mischievous grin on his face I noted how always kept himself clean shaven, his skin was a warm tan color like he spent a lot of time outside. His physique was similar to Dorian and Connor, broad shouldered, tall, painfully gorgeous I had noticed that seems to be normal for werewolves.

He looks into the rearview mirror and asks, "Okay, ladies, where are we going first?" Jade sits forward a bit and says, "I think we will go to the day spa first..." I tense at the sound of that as no one other than Zachariah has seen or knows how bad the scars are that now pattern my skin both on my back and my abdomen, even after the healing cream Valentino's servants were using and then whatever Zachariah had his doctor or healer do they could not stop my skin from scaring. I move slightly closer to Jade and place my hand on her arm and whisper,

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

As he stepped inside, his boots crunched in a chaos of broken porcelain and glass. "Jesus," he muttered, taking in the source of the destruction. One of the warriors stood at an antique sideboard in the center of the tiled entryway, his scarred olive-dark hands braced on the carved edges of the piece as if that was all that kept him upright. He was soaking wet and naked from the waist up, wearing only loose-fitting gray cotton sweats that looked like they’d been yanked on just seconds before. Joseph. His blonde head hung low, his long hair sleek with water and drooping over his face. The dermaglyphs that tracked up his bare chest and over his shoulders were livid with color, the intricate pa

Defense mechanism: immediate suppression and environmental control. Physical Appearance A. Skin Tone: A breathtaking warm olive with honeyed undertones, an inheritance from his Italian-American heritage. His skin is flawless, often flushed with the heat of a temper he can barely contain or pale with icy detachment. B. Hair: Thick, obsidian-black hair that carries a natural, healthy sheen. He usually keeps it expertly styled—short on the sides and slightly longer on top—but when he’s spiraling or in the heat of a "Red Room" session, he lets it fall over his forehead in a messy, dangerously attractive fringe.

There he was. Standing at the far end of the hallway, he stood like a statue that was carved out of gold. Barefoot, bare chest, and just on the shorts Jamie had worn him. He looked just like a sex god just coming out of a vigorous work day. His skin continued to glow like earlier on, but that was not what shocked Jaime the most… The boy was no longer bloodied and covered in heavy life-threatening wounds. No longer trembling from the cold. With no single scratch in sight.

Hazel P.O.V. I can’t believe I’m sitting across from my little brother, who is not so little anymore. Joel is a handsome young man with his tall lean and muscled frame. His hair is the same dark brown as my own, kept in a shaggy style that soothes him and gives his rough facial features some softness. His eyes are a lighter shade of amber, almost gold, and they pierce right through you when he looks at you. He is tanned from working out outside. I wonder if he has become the big warrior our parents so desperately wanted from him? They wanted me to be a boy - and what a disappointment I was when I came out and wasn’t. Josie was already born and the spoiled princess, so they just needed the wa

Fuck! Joseph's body is covered in bites and chunks of his flesh are ripped off his arms, neck, and chest. But his own claws are dug deep inside some kind of animal… The strange spikes that I can see along its back are not something I’ve ever seen before, and I don’t think it belongs in the water… it’s obvious by the way the things bit into his chest that they both died fighting one another. Marks just like on all the other dead bodies litter Joseph's skin, his diving suit all torn up.

It was still upsetting and quite unbelievable that this had happened to me. "Yes my future Luna." Josie squeaks, applying more of the green healing balm on my discolored neck. I gripped the handle of the mirror tightly, my teeth gritting the more I stared at the ugly purple and blue he left. It had been an entire day and it has not healed completely. And all this was because of that ugly bitch. "Add more!" I snarled, causing Josie to jump in startlement and end up throwing the balm on my lap. The green makes a mess on my beautiful flesh and I saw red.