Limestone Skin Tone Novels & Stories

He never really cares about her origin until the day his ex-wife dies. Ava studies the man features. He is quite a charming man and she can't deny it...the black shiny hair that slicked to the back uncovers the matched eyebrows. His irises bloom in the colours of the oceans generating a tremendous wave that can drown a person. His lips are chapped with a small tint of dark red which gives a glow to the light green skin. He is complete! Nonetheless, his skin is attached to the flesh completely while the girl sure reveals some bones... The world is an unfair place for the weak...

“And imagine, as incredibly pale as I am... I’m considered kind of tan. You’ll notice Kohl and I are like... a whole shade darker than my parents and sisters because we actually go in the sun.” He chuckled. “And I’m glad that you’re kind of tan. Makes you look more human. I mean—no, not like that. I mean, you look alive. You sisters look like ghosts, or even corpses.” He smiled. “Where I’m from, and I imagine here too, pale skin is a sign of status, a sign that you don’t have to work in the sun, and within noble circles it’s held up as attractive.”

One would tell he was very good-looking without even making an effort to outline his features. He was tall for his age, had a good broad shoulder, with long golden hair like his father. His eyes had the depth and color of the blue sea and his skin shone as polished ebony (his skin color wasn't quite rampant amongst the vampire clan) He had an oblong face and a well-constructed chin. In all, his checkmark for good looks is what I call excellent!

enjoyable and their wildlife flourishes. The people there match their planet even better than we match ours. They all have deep brown skin and dark green eyes. They like to surround themselves with nature. They like quiet and solitude. They typically have small families and are rather shy when conversing with someone outside of their immediate family. There are five of them competing. The planet Makskin has the harshest environment. The air there is hard to breathe at times and the rain that falls there can burn. But they have built domes that encapsulate their cities, so their people live in an environment that is controlled now. The Maskin people are all different shades of burgundy. They

“But I don’t think I’m half as fancy as most of the other people here.” “Well, you look the part,” he assured me, and I found my eyes drawn down toward his mouth. He had slightly olive-toned skin, and the sculpted shape of his lips popped against it. I wanted to run my thumb over them, to feel the softness of them under the pad of my finger.

Another one commented, "Do the two of you also want to try the lipstick?" Another person commented, "I'm looking forward to it! I beg both Jonason and Christin to have a try!" Someone commented, "Jonason and Christin, please apply it on your lips!" The live broadcast's progress was quite fast. Firstly, they did the lipstick swatch on the arms. Jonason and Christin represented some girls whose skin tone were not very fair. Their arms had all kinds of lipstick shades on them. Hundreds of lipsticks could not be completed all at once.

"Don't fight it, Em. Just let the magic happen." Raven tilts my chin up with a manicured finger. "Tim Burton, yes? Pale but not corpse-like. Ethereal. Haunted." They dust cool powder over my skin, then sweep on a deep plum blush. "Drama. You have fantastic bone structure." I snort. "I don't know if I trust you." "You shouldn't," Raven says cheerfully. Liam leans in. "I'd be worried if they start gluing rhinestones to your forehead."

Kisha Black, Ekron’s wife, was in her early sixties. A lady with her hair all had turned salt and pepper in color as almost half was white while the other half remained black. But her skin was like everyone else, tanned from constant, and almost daily work under the sun ever since her youthful days. Only recently did she lessen her loads of work as her health was no longer as vigorous as when she was younger. Some areas had shades, but their tasks were mostly done outdoors.

The little girl excitedly runs towards the water and I had to move quickly to follow her. It was a low tide so the sea was still calm and collected. The premature waves were bearable but the heat of the sun was too much for my liking. I glanced at Alicia, her bronze skin was sparkling beautifully under the sun. I envy girls who have naturally brown skin since mine was a boring pale. No matter how hard I try to tan my skin, it naturally goes back to its original color after a few weeks. I eventually just gave up after multiple attempts of failure. The stingy sunburns aren’t even worth it anyway.

She looks as if she wanted to be out on the town like everyone else seemed to be, but was stuck in here. Her statement made me look across the bar, to my left. Not only was the drunk man there, but also the man from the corner, only a seat across from me. He looked like a creature from another planet. Maybe that was an unfair observation, but he hardly looked normal. His skin was deadly pale, with the slightest violet hue to it, although nothing like Jasper's eyes. This man's eyes were coal black, to match everything he wore, and even the colour of my teeth. I wanted to recoil from him, and the toxic smell of alcohol he reeked of.