Pitch Black Skin Novels & Stories

I exclaimed and started to scratch it but it kept on crawling to my face. I scratched it with both of my hands. I could feel my skin grazed by my nails. I only groaned but didn’t stop. The black patch was covering my entire face. Another snow breeze blew. The fine hairs on my entire body rose. I stopped scratching seeing the black patches reached my shaking hands. I rubbed my skin but it won’t come off until my skin was completely covered with darkness. I stared at myself with shaking eyes.

“What can I do for you? Goldie asks sweetly as I give them two menus to eat. As I am bending over to give the second person his menu, he reaches out to touch the only strand of white hair I have. “You are too beautiful for your kind… My kind? I pull away quickly, brushing the wayward white strand back before he can touch it. My hair is tied in two buns. Naturally, it is black with a pure white thread running through it. No matter what I do, it never takes color, so I leave it. My skin is the same way. A deep bronze brown color with a few pale white spots scattered across my body. I have one circling my eyes and one that sits on the left side of my wide nose. There is a small spot on my jaw a

Sharp-eyed eyes with beautiful black-colored eyes, adorned with very curled eyelashes on the blend of perfectly curved eyebrows look beautiful with fine eyebrow hairs that look like they are connecting in the middle. Their skin color is bright like Gavriel, but the skin type is the same as Anindira, with exotic skin without *freckles, which makes the skin color look ivory white. If the skin is like Gavriel's it will not get *sunburn, but it will only increase *Freckles when exposed to harsh sunlight. In contrast to Anindira, whose skin is very easily affected by *sunburn. Anindira has dark skin, but her two children have fair skin like their father. Her two children's noses were also sharp l

I fіgurе іt must be hеr trаdеmаrk. Her ѕkіn is раlе and ѕісklу. Her hаіr іѕ jеt blасk. It’ѕ literally mіdnіght blасk. Shе’ѕ bone thin so lеаthеrу аnd tіnу.

"I know young buck I just wanna know what made her do something like this, was someone messing with my baby girl cause one call and that problem will be solved" "she was self conscious about her skin color" I scrunched up my face and looked at him "what you mean" "she didn't like that she was dark skin" "whats wrong with being dark skin, dark skin is beautiful I like my women dark skin" "well my generation don't they praise light or white skin" I shook my head "man y'all young niggas dumb how you putting down black women especially if you came out a black punani" this shit unbelieved my generation ain't care about that shit.

She sucked on my bottom lip and let go, "fuck I missed you..." I smiled and switched us over, I pulled up his shirt takong it off leaving her in her bra, "well..how about we start on that fucking.. I mean we only have about seven hours thanks to your ass for being late..." "Yeah yeah... we need not to waste any time.." ... One thing I've noticed in this world is that there are some things that no one can control.. Like the color of my skin, I have no control over and I can't change it even if I wanted to. I was born black, no bleach cream or skin lightner can change that because I will still be black.

Beside her was little Romeo, maybe five or six, holding back a smile except his eyes betrayed him, they disappeared into his eyelid leaving just enough for the camera to capture his vibrant eye colour. “Do you remember, now?” I wished I could tell her, it was the case that I didn’t remember but it wasn’t. That girl in the picture was not me. Angel was not me. “You think this girl…is me?” “Is it?” “I mean, I see the resemblance.” By that, I meant that the skin shade was quite similar. People with my exact skin tone was uncommon, especially here in Nigeria and with the growing twisted need for whitening skincare. There were dark skins everywhere but for those with the exact shade of a charcoal

A young, famous, and attractive man, full of riches and have a good standing in his medical field, a favourite among the ladies in the past, was alone; no one is beside him. No one is beside him for him to tell all his triumphs and defeats he experiences as he climbed up the social ladder. No one is beside him to color his life at cold nights; his nights is always pitch black, but he only saw it when he grew old. Yes, black is also a color, and he loves it-he sees it as a dignified, stylish, and chic colour but the pitch black color eventually terrified him as years passed.

She began to unroll her shirt lightly and took off her long skirt, only wearing her underwear. With her skin bare, these people in the room all looked surprised. The skin of the girls of this age should be as white as jade, but Qi Waner's skin was as black as ink, which was darker than black people and gave them a very gloomy feeling. Finally, Qi Waner took off the veil on her face. Everyone was surprised to find that besides the pale gold skin between her eyebrows, the skin on her face was as black as her body. At this time, there was a stupefied silence in her eyes. She was neither shy nor surprised by everyone's reaction.