Joseph Joestar Skin Novels & Stories

Victor said. Just the mention of Joseph's mate had the Beta with Alpha blood smiling like a lovesick mate. He immediately began looking around for his mate, who just so happened to walk out the door at that moment. His light brown skin shined when the sun hit his body. His unruly, beautiful curls almost touched his shoulder, but his front was a little shorter. It hung down into his eyes but not in a distracting way. Somehow you could still see his brown eyes through his beautiful spiral curls.

However, Joseph still shouted, "You arrogant bastard! I won't allow you to humiliate the art of Shastia! I'm just a bit tired, so I need to take a break! That wasn't even my full strength!" Right after that, Joseph slammed the armrest of the chair he was in, and he sprung up to his feet from the momentum. Then, he got into a half-squat posture as he positioned both arms parallel to his waist. His face flushed red, and the veins on his neck throbbed. It seemed like he was circulating his energy throughout his body. Once Joseph was done with the energy circulation, he got into an offensive stance again, and this time, they could actually see waves of energy radiating from his fists.

I knew he wanted my support, but how could I consent to watching him fight to his potential death in the ring? Even when I tried prying my lips apart, no words would come. Disappointment flashed across Asher’s face, coupled with a twinge of hurt, but it was gone in a blink. His blank mask was firmly back in place. A deep ache cracked out from my heart, down through the rest of my body. Yet before I could apologize, another voice called out, mocking. “Looking a little green there, Asher,” Joseph said, laughing. Like Asher, Joseph wore a pair of boxing shorts, but he also had a white tank top. He had muscles of his own, more in his legs than the upper body, but on a whole, he was nothing compa

Nicko whispered then rubbed Josephine's legs and hips with his left hand. A bluish light began to appear slowly on the affected body part. Jo's blood and energy began to flow continuously to the brain. With the power possessed, Nicko has x-ray eyes that are able to penetrate the skin. He could tell where the blood was flowing and what it was like. Slowly the blood flow began to smooth, the nerves that had been stiff and slow to respond gradually became normal. "You'll be fine Jo, when you wake up you'll find yourself feeling better," Nicko thought.

"Everyone ready?" asked Josephine while watching the triplets standing in a row in front of her. Sky was wearing black jeans, a black polo shirt, a brown leather vest, a black baseball cap, brown semi-leather boots and masks. Slightly larger than his brothers, he looks handsome and dashing in his masculine appearance, like an aspiring pilot. For a moment Josephine was stunned to see the boy she had given birth to first. Why did Sky's appearance like this make her suddenly imagine someone?

Jason Jason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.

Josephine let out. Josephine sighed then turned to face the mysterious man. Annoyance ran through her veins and she glared at Elijah who stood there curiously. His hair was messy in a neat way, a black string hanging around his neck with a brown bead. The fabric of his white top was thin and loose around him. Josephine fought the urge to rip his shirt and lick him. Josephine's statement was justified when she noted that his hand tattoo ran up his whole arm and ended by his right peck. He wore his rings as always and drawstring flap pocket cargo pants, topped off with stylish Nike shoes.

The price was written in his skin. Through the thermal sensors, I watched the violet runoff integrate with Leo’s biological frequency, accelerated by the extreme stress of his exertion. His skin hardened. A metallic, dark-gold sheen crept up his fingers, turning his knuckles into unyielding ridges of burnished basalt. The gold static in his veins settled, petrifying his human flesh into a sovereign alloy. “Mommy…” Leo whispered into his collar-mic, his voice a distorted, metallic count.

The fingers were clothed in a pale flesh and the skin seemed to be covered in cuts. Human? Slowly, he emerged from inside the pod and–holy nebula storms–was he a fucking piece of heaven-kissed specimen. He stood tall and had on a sleeveless shirt that displayed his toned, muscular arms. The soot and burns seemed to even highlight his chiseled biceps. A deep gash ran across his temple, trailing down his jaw and his lower lip had a small cut that dripped with blood. His hair was cut low and his flight uniform was shredded, barely hanging onto his… large frame.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - IYAH I dunno why Yosef is so angry at JD because he is shot. I felt that they are talking about something else, not about what JD told me. Are they hiding something? I thought as I sit him on the couch. I get the medicine kit and started tending his wound. I try to avoid looking at his body. I noticed the tattoos and some scars that littered his body. It made him look more manly. “Iyah, why are you so good on doing that?” Calli suddenly blurted out. I thought for a while before answering.