Limestone Skin Tone Novels & Stories

} Lily smirked, her lips curling into a dangerous smile as she replied, "Do it. Let’s give them a show they’ll never forget." {Understood. Initiating temperature modulation. Your skin will appear flushed in about 15 seconds. Maintain a staggered walk and slightly slurred speech to enhance the illusion.} Lily leaned against the wall for a moment, feeling the subtle warmth spreading across her cheeks and neck as the system worked its magic. She glanced at herself in the polished surface of a nearby decorative vase, noting the faint blush that had formed. "Perfect," she whispered, adjusting her posture to appear slightly unsteady.

She’s wearing a kaftan that’s open just enough to show the wrinkly skin of her chest, topped with a shock of hair dyed an aggressive shade of crimson red, it looks like fresh blood against her pale skin. Her fingers, though thin and slightly claw-like, are heavy with diamonds that catch the light but beneath her dress, the silhouette of her body is still lean, maintained by a diet of spite and expensive supplements. Her face is a perfect example of Botox and fillers; and her skin has that waxy sheen of someone who spends more time under a plastic surgeon’s light than the sun. However, time can't be fooled so much as wrinkles still showed face.

Sane pursed his lips as he took a good look at her. Even when the lighting in the area wasn’t really that good, he could still see how pale she was. She was so pale that her skin seemed to be like paper, so white, so brittle. In contrast to her complexion, her irises, on the other hand, were black and deep. It was almost as dark as the night itself. Her nose wasn’t that long. It was a little narrower. Her lips, on the other hand, were full, and just like her complexion, they were a little pale as well.

A moment later Justin laid down with me, laying his head onto my arm and curling up next to me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. I grabbed one of the pillows and pushed it under my head so I could look at him. I ran my fingers along his silky brown skin and watched the goosebumps spread across his skin. I love the contrast of his brown skin against my pale skin. I'm not as pale as Noah, but I'm definitely not tan like Malaki. The stark contrast between my pale skin and his brown skin is so beautiful! After a moment he raised his head to look at me. Those beautiful brown eyes stare back at me as he nibbles on his lip.

They always seemed familiar to me, as if I had seen them somewhere. Ivy’s cheeks turned warm, and she shook her head. “I couldn’t do that to you. Besides, he already knows who you are.” “Really?” I asked, running a hand through my short pixie hair. I liked the platinum white dye on it more than ever. I touched up my subtle makeup of dark-winged eyeliner, red lipstick, and blush with some mascara. Despite living in Sri Lanka, Australia and even San Diego, I had not changed a shade in my skin color. My skin didn’t want to tan, and I had given up on the thought. But it made me blend in better. I didn’t look like a royal. I looked far from a royal.

Whatever this is will have to wait. I drop my phone and stare at my reflection in the mirror one more time. Silver eyes stare back at me. Dark hair and silver eyes that have established themselves as a trademark of Tieran Blackstone in the business world. Everyone believes I was born with this natural tint, but those who have known me for long enough know I wasn't. I can count the number of those people on the palm of my finger and regardless of the fact that it’s painfully few, I can still eliminate some who have just gotten used to me looking like this and have taken to thinking this is what I look like naturally now.

I smile. “Are you ok darling?” My Mum asks. “Yes! I’ve never felt better!” I growl. I continue to the shower room. I walk in and stand in front of the mirror. My Mum, Dad and doctor stand in the doorway behind me. “It will take some getting used to Killian, you’re lucky you had that mask on or you wouldn’t have any skin.” My Mum explains. “I’m… I’m… WHITE!” I screamed. “Killian. We can do things to improve that. It is due to the white plastic melting into your skin. It has caused a chemical pigment change to your scarring.” The doctor explains.

obsession) 2. Visual Appearance The Look: Striking, classic 1970s bone structure but adapted to modern campus style (oversized sweaters, leather jackets, dark jeans). The Eyes: Deep hazel-brown normally, but they darken to an almost bottomless midnight black when she is hungry, protective, or aroused. Physical Traits: Impossibly pale, flawless skin that feels like cooled porcelain to the touch. Her movements are unnaturally fluid, quiet, and graceful. 3. History & Background

Chapter 62: Velvet Vice The silk of the evening gown was the color of a midnight storm, a deep, liquid charcoal that seemed to cling to Laila's skin like a shadow. Marcus had spent the morning applying a specialized chemical block to her forearms, temporarily dampening the visible flare of her silver markings so she could pass through the high society scanning grids without immediately triggering the corporate alarms. Yet, beneath the fabric, her skin still vibrated with the low, restless hum of the ancient well.

He was far too small and Lila was sure that she could make an anatomically correct diagram of the human skeleton through the direct observation of him and him alone. His once tan skin, only a little darker than her own and slightly less tinged with the warm yellow of candle light, that component instead replaced with brass and bronze and the colours of expensive olive oil, was now thin enoug for each and every nerve, each and every blood vessel, both veins and arteries and capillaries, to be been and traced in their purple, green, and blue lines, forming a road map of Jasper's body and history. It would be hard to look at, if it weren't so morbidly fascinating to see.