Kaiser Dream Skin Novels & Stories

I asked why; I'd never met anyone whose skin fell like his and stayed that way. Reed revealed that he had a condition and began to explain it to me. "It's called Cutaneous Thermal Regulation Dissonance." I blinked. “That sound made up.” “It’s not,” he said, totally straight-faced. “CTR-D. I promise. Look it up.” I tried not to laugh. “Cutaneous Thermal… wait. So your skin just… stays cool all the time?” “Yup,” he said, like it was no big deal. “Even after, well…” He smirked at me, making my cheeks flush, but I was intrigued.

Barely. "Fine. Ten minutes. Then I'm leaving, even if he's mid-sentence." Viktor nodded and disappeared. Moments later, the door swung open again, and Kaiser sauntered in like he owned the place. His fashion sense was still as horrendous as I remembered—a snakeskin print blazer that looked like it had been skinned from a particularly ugly python, several thick gold chains around his neck, and sunglasses covering almost half his face. Indoors. At night.

Tears well up in my eyes. "Martha what is wrong, are you okay?" She touched my shoulder and I flinched again. She touched me, I felt it. Why does this feel so real? Was it real? Had I been dreaming all this while. Oh my God! "Mom?" "Yes sweetie, talk to me, what's wrong?" "Are you really real?" My mom and dad exchanged looks. "Ofcourse I am real" she caressed my cheek. It did feel real. "Whatever dream you had, it really got you whipped" Liam commented. Typically Liam will make jokes at serious moments.

My skin was very flushed, my thighs pressed tight against each other as my heart pounded loudly against my chest. I could feel the persistent ache and wetness between my legs. The dream felt so real. In it, Kai had me backed against a rough stone wall in his estate, the warm fire light burning and dancing over his shoulders. His silver eyes were locked in mine as he dropped to his knees, his strong hands brushing against my thighs and spreading them apart slowly.

Kaidosh let his own form become substantial, no longer a silent observer but a physical presence. He did not appear as a wolf. That would have been a mockery. He appeared as himself, though amplified by the dream’s logic. Tall, with skin the color of twilight and hair that fell like a spill of liquid shadow. His eyes, the color of molten amber, held their own soft light. He was barefoot, wearing only dark, soft trousers that clung to his hips.

I wonder if he would answer me truthfully if I had to ask him more about himself, or would he give me the answer of ‘Another time’ again? Sighing, I try to put my curiosity out of my mind and grab a silk camisole nightdress from the walk-in. Of course, it's 100% pure silk; I have noticed that Kai only seems to go for top of the line. Dragging all the expensive creams and make-up with me, I start unpacking them on the vanity and inside the drawers. I didn’t even know if I would like all these, and would probably not even use them, but I was too tired to care about name brands right now.

Kaizer said. Klayton then looked at him. “Would you like to be a one hundred percent human, then?” Klayton asked. Kaizer then laughed so loud and then looked at Klayton. “Master Klayton, before that was my dream, but now. I am fine with anything. I just prefer being this way.” Kaizer said. Klayton just nodded and looked at the sky.

In the man's eyes, Kian is the angel sent from above. "Don't thank me, brother, it's my job to help," Kian says with a smile. He hooks his arm on the man's neck and taps his shoulder while pointing at the girl still being restrained by the big and strong hand of the man. "Judging by the rashes on the woman's skin, I suspect she has Ichthyosis Vulgaris." The fat man's arrogance escapes his voice and stutters while he asks, "You mean this girl is sick?"