Pitch Black Skin Novels & Stories

there is always some people like you with these weird gay-relationship fetishes that make this whole exhilarating experience so disgusting @camtaytay i absolutely agree with @cam-era and excuse me @camnic5ever ??? firstly you fucking racist, get ur facts straight and maybe buy a new brain cus this one is full of shit. she!! hails!! from!! india!! and they have brown skin, NOT BLACK SKIN, due to the sun exposure u fucking lil shit @camnic5ever um ok honey?? chile?? im half-Mexican & i also have many black friend so I'm literally not being racist??? and ugh it's all the same — melanin & fuckin melanin

This made her smile. "Hello there." She raised her head to the voice, smiling when she saw the woman with the pink braids. She looked to be in her late twenties as well and was very pretty. Her long, pink box braids hung nicely down her face and when she smiled, her warm, beautiful brown skin seemed to glow more. Melanin. Melanin was a beautiful attribute. Growing up, she had somewhat envied people with chocolate brown skin, the way their skin possessed a natural glow and was always so smooth. It was an art.

I curled the bottom of my hair with my pencil and looked down at the paper where I drew the imaginary Heil with grey eyes, sharp nose, and strong jaw but it doesn't suitable for him. Heil may look like a human version of a monster, not like this handsome boy I had drawn. I wanted to find out the person who has Pale Skin, it may useful for me to start my investigation from them but I can't sure how worth it is. Pale skin is common and-- see I have that skin too and I can't tell I'm a female version of Heil. So funny... But we are in India and people who live in this place have brown skin or yellowish. It's very rare to see a pale skin human and I can't suspect anyone without any proof.

Setting my tea down and running my hands over my face and through my hair, I take a deep breath and release it slowly. “Don’t you find it odd that no one ever made a big deal over the color of Tresia and my hair, our eye colors or even how dark our skin is compared to everyone else? Platinum hair? No one else has ever seen our color hair before. Our eyes are a different shade of blue and also never seen before. When we were born our skin was so pale that mom use to tell us she was afraid to take us into the sunlight. Now, we look like we go to a tanner everyday.”

At the moment, he had imagined himself as a dark horse prince. To say why he is a dark horse prince, it's just that his skin color comparable to chocolate is really not worthy of the word white.

I hissed. “I dare not.” His eyes darted to mine, then back to my fur. “I have to inform you… this resembles vitiligo. A depigmentation disorder. It is common among humans, and sometimes animals. But—” he paused, and his voice dropped lower, “I have never, in all my years, seen a demon with it.” I let out a bitter laugh. “You insult me. You think I came here for human diagnoses?” “It is no insult,” he replied quickly. “I tell you what I see. The skin, the fur—it loses pigment. There is no pain? No burning?”

It got whoever they were perks. Derek wasn’t blind to it. They swayed for Zane in ways that made him feel like the women Zane expected to entertain him were actually there for him. They weren’t. It was humiliating. Refusals were hard. Especially being offered by Zane himself. But Derek didn’t look like the rest of the pack. While his size and braun was considerable for a Beta, his varied skin tones made it hard for others to look twice at him. The humans had a phrase for it, vitiligo skin disorder, but in the eyes of their species, it was just skin.

Black's attention. With his meticulously groomed, dark hair, glowing olive skin, thick brows crowning striking blue eyes, and a jawline as sharp as a sculpture's chisel, Eric Black was a man designed to stir desire. His full lips, ever-curved in a confident smirk, held an unspoken promise of indulgence and satisfaction.

What if I am being selfish by choosing to stay indoors? I tried not to read too much into it, but there was something unfamiliar about him. His skin was that of the colour of a camel, but a bit pale and smooth, almost to the point of perfection. And two of the things I envied about him was the perfect pitch-black afro pulled into a ponytail on top of his head, as well as the faded freckles dotting his T-zone, one would not be able to see them unless they were sitting or standing really close.

It was the darked skinned guy from the pool! His skin was a deep, rich shade, glistening slightly under the glow of the LED lights. The darkness of his complexion contrasted beautifully with his afro, which framed his face and added an air of mystery to his striking features. His physique was nothing short of mesmerizing. Broad shoulders tapered down to a defined waist, showcasing the impressive V-shape of his body. Each muscle was sculpted with precision, the contours of his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The chiseled abs, a perfect six-pack were breathtaking.