Novel & Cerita Pitch Black Skin

As she perches on a bar stool, I settle down beside her. Tatiana is an incredibly exquisite individual, her distinct features being highlighted by her skin. Her condition, vitiligo, has resulted in the presence of white patches in certain regions. She presents with light, ivory-hued patches neighboring her facial and oral areas, which blend seamlessly with her brown complexion. Additionally, her thick, linear eyebrows gracefully rest above her large, languid brown eyes adorned with lengthy lashes, while her broad, two-toned lips lay across her facial plane. Notably, she possesses a series of white, freckle-resembling marks on her neck, along with a considerable patch traversing the extent of

Aiden’ POV The hallway is dark and cold. I run. Footsteps chase me. Their laughter echoes, sharp and cruel. “Where do you think you’re going, Ebonis boy?” one shouted. That word burns. Ebonis. Different. Unwanted. A reminder that I don't belong. Damn, I hate how they make that word sound. My werewolf tribe is born with black skin and natural white hair, which bears a striking resemblance to outcasts in ancient times, blessed by the moon goddess yet despised by people.

Al Akira (The Pink pack): Third person pov: The Pink palace was made up of gold with all the gold furniture, gadgets, and clothing but even the gold had a pink hue in it. People who looked like normal humans had pink shaded skin. The pink faced slaves were carrying huge food trays to the dining area. The smoke coming out of piping hot food was pink. After placing those trays, a handsome man with a broad muscular build arrived in the room wearing only knee length shorts. His body was undoubtedly beautiful. His skin had a pinkish golden glow, the face had perfect features with glowing pink irises.

So beautiful and satanic. His eyes were not coal-dark but ocean-dark, deep pools that seemed to swallow light and exude a cold, evil acumen. His sharp features were chiselled with almost supernatural precision as if a master sculptor had carved him out of pure darkness. His skin, though flawless, had an unnatural pallor, reminiscent of marble but imbued with a hint of something more menacing, like the whisper of shadows that cling to the walls of a forgotten crypt.

He tilts his head to his side due to which his cloak slips down from his head, revealing a face that will provoke a nightmare in anyone’s sleep. His is as pale as a sheet. His eyes are bloody red and his pupils are silver in color. The skin on the left side is cracked and sunken in, which is in total contrast to the smooth and tender skin towards the other side of his face. The skin on the jaw on his left is so thin that his teeth could be seen easily. Moreover, the skin on the left keeps flaking and thus, pieces of his rotten skin keep flying off every time he moves his jaw.

It was yinmin blue, a rare type of blue that I've only seen in mixed up chemicals. I'll have to get samples of that. His skin was tanned and it seemed to have a sparkle to it. It was like a little girl had sprinkled silver glitter on it. He was only wearing black sweatpants, no shirt covering his toned upper body. He looked like he had been training his whole life, with eight solid abs and biceps that weren't too big but were definitely obvious.

Aminah talked-shrieked again and we all stopped talking as she slide her phone's screen to the next picture. At first, all I could see was girls pressed together in some sort of hug, bare shoulders and lips painted in different colors, eyes painted in different colors too until I stared intently at them and I could start to make out their faces. Kosi Queen Dike. What? I peered even closer but it was impossible to mistake her for someone else, not with her skin color, dark cocoa color, and that face. God! She looked like a child, a pretty child with that face and that glistening skin. The God when skin. Black skin never looked more beautiful.

There was a reason many of the werewolves steered clear of Delphine, choosing other medics to tend to their wounds. She had skin as dark as the night sky, warm from its rich brown tint. There were splotches of white skin around her mouth, left eye, down her neck, and on both arms that she’d once told me was due to a skin condition called Vitiligo. I’d found the two contrasts in colors interesting as a young teen, and Delphine had been more than happy to educate me.

“Not yet. Just a second.” Wrapping the bandage around my chest to make it flatter, I throw on a black tank top matching the colour of my tube, making sure to avoid looking at the discolouration on my stomach and upper thighs. The doctor called it segmental vitiligo, a patchy loss of skin pigmentation and there’s no known cure for it. I hate it.

I stood up to approach them. He is white as in! He is like pure snow. No no. He was like a man made from pure white snow. From his white hair. It seems that the whiteness of his skin is not normal, does he still have blood? Maybe his blood is white too?! Does she stretch out in the sun?! If not, I will expose him. I looked into his eyes. Silver. Light silver eyes, the edge of his iris is black, even the color of his pupils. Those beautiful eyes are brand new to me.