Ruddy Skin の小説・ストーリー

“Well, it was worse than that. I’m just lucky I don’t walk around outside much. Going around shirtless would have resulted in a very funny-looking tan when I shaved that pelt off.” I giggle. “Pelt. That’s funny.” “The drains don’t think so. My chest doesn’t think so.” “It does look bad.” I pause to consider his predicament. “Maybe apply some olive oil if you have any? I hear it’s good for dry skin, and it won’t have any chemicals or fragrances. At least…I don’t think so. I don’t really know. It might be worth a shot.” “I have some.” He brightens a little. “Are you sure you’re not mad?”

I found it weird that this new guy could command such attention even in a school he doesn't attend. "Did you x-ray it well? Do you know which room Adam sleeps in? Ugh! Don't tell me he is in his underwear?" I said, teasing my friend. Her milky cheeks went red, and her nose became red reminding me of a reindeer. Blushing was something Jane did openly. She could never hide it, thanks to her very white, vampire-like skin. Some days, I could be jealous of how smooth it was and other days, once the sun decided to leave its mark, I wouldn't wish my enemy her kind of skin. All in all, she rocked her skin come sun come rain.

My skin is flushed, sensitive, alive in ways I didn’t know were possible. There’s no going back from this! Not now or ever!

[he was trouble] . My eyes rove up and down, assessing the man oozing with confidence and charm. He is wearing a suit with sleeves pulled back specifically to show his ringed fingers. From the four rings on his left hand, my eyes move to the skin that lay beneath. His skin is a rich, tan color, and it is the kind one will find in Malt; the cereal grain. His tan skin is even, it is the same shade all round his body; beautiful and impeccable. That tells me that this man has never once suffered a day in his life. He is true royalty, possibly had the throne passed down to him.

Before they could enter, they heard an ear piercing scream from behind them. "Make it stop! Make it stop!!!! It hurts what is this! My skin is itching so bad!" They saw a man scratching his skin harshly until it began to redden and then slowly showing blood on it. Some of the females that was with them was horrified by the scene. They tried to stop that person who kept on scratching his skin. But they failed to do so, it destroyed his skin and even his face looking like a perfect monster. They thought that this man has gone crazy because who would scratch their skin that bad? Are they nuts?

She just looked. And what she saw is that she had pretty smooth skin that didn't have even one pimple; flawless. Her color was ebony like polished wood, her brow was arched naturally the way that others paid fifteen dollars a pop for her to do for them with a pair of tweezers. Her eyes were deep and black, like endless holes-not even brown but solid black and almond shaped like a Hawaiian's. She had a voluptuous body back when all of the other girls had flat chests and boyish shapes. Big and solid is what she was, like an hour glass, a coke bottle a guitar¡­ Juicy laughed. He said she was fine. Felix said she was fine. Momma said she was fine, so why the hell hadn't she ever seen it? B

They were an unnatural, sickly blue-black, spreading in chaotic patterns that made my stomach churn, a grotesque web that looked ready to burst. His jaw twitched as though he was fighting the urge to bite or scream, and his lips were chapped, dry, cracked, and flecked with a strange dark residue. Even his hair, once thick and likely dark, had become patchy, clumps of it torn away, leaving raw patches of irritated skin. His fingernails were jagged and broken, caked with dirt and blood, as if he had clawed his way out of some inescapable prison. There was a stench, too, a vile mixture of rot and something metallic, something that made it difficult to breathe.

One of them barked. His voice caused chills to descend on me. “I-I don’t know. I just woke up here.” I stammered. Another stepped forward. “Goddess, look at his skin." he said, looking at me with shock mixed with disgust. "What kind of skin is this?" I heard someone growl. “A beta with no wolf. No crest. No scent of pack. And a strange skin.” Came another voice. “Abomination,” someone spat, his carmine eyes glittering with hate. “No one in Torguyl has this skin. He could be a demon, or worse.”

Her skin could indeed be described as tea-colored but not very dark. "Do I need to sunbathe like Americans?" Ruby muttered again. The tiger had said something confusing.

HUDSON’S POV “PLEASE!” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Hudson! I AM SORRY!!!” her screams echoed everywhere, loud enough to wake even the dead at this point. But somehow, none of it could bring any sort of calmness to my internal turmoil. If anything, it only irritated me all the more! My nose scrunching in distaste as I glared at her overly reddish skin. It was a wonder how they weren’t pilling off at this point, it was already her fifth dip today. And I still wasn’t satisfied.