Ruddy Skin Novels & Stories

His hair was slightly messy, the collar of his shirt was open, and the sleeves hung loosely on his arms, creating an exquisite and charming face with a hint of alluring criminal charm. Thinking about Lyra taking a shower, Ronan greedily swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Feeling a bit itchy on his face, he scratched it. Lyra, after finishing her shower, saw Ronan constantly scratching his face, and his fair and handsome skin had turned red in patches. "What happened to your face?" Lyra asked in surprise. "I don't know, it's a bit itchy," Ronan said while scratching. "Don't move," Lyra walked over, bending down in front of him.

She looked horror stricken as she pointed her hand forward shakily. Sophie's skin. The rashes on her body had become so big, and it was looking like something that was squeezed up into a hard core filled with pus. Furuncle! Yes! That was the name. It was looking exactly like that, making her wonder how it got to that. Why would something like that be on Sophie's skin?

“It absorbs oil and sweat, it prevents lice, and it helps with healing.” “It takes dead skin,” a woman was unsatisfied with the job he was doing and reached over to scrub her fingers through my hair. “Like this,” she scooped some onto my arm and gave it a rub. “You, though,” she eyed up the wounds on Rivyn, “should pat it on, not rub.” After the sand, we moved into a hot pool of water to rinse it off, and then a cold one, before finally laying around on warm rocks to dry.

the doctor explained, then prescribed a whole list of treatments, both oral and topical, along with a series of care instructions. Laura's heart twisted. "It’s probably the malnutrition—your immune system’s completely worn down. That’s why you keep getting sick and breaking out like this." Adora knew she was right. After over three years of neglect, her body was a mess. The relentless adenomyosis was already enough to make life unbearable, and now this chronic skin condition kept coming back. It wasn’t something she could recover from overnight—maybe not even completely. And how could she not resent Ruby for it?

He is exposed, vulnerable, and completely at Ryder’s mercy. Ryder face level with Adrian’s most private place. The hole is pink and puckered, twitching slightly in the cool air of the room. It looks tight, untouched, and utterly delicious. Ryder doesn’t hesitate; he leans in and runs his tongue flat against the furled muscle. He isn’t irritated by the position or the urgency—if anything, the taste of skin musk drives him wild. He stiffens his tongue and presses it inside, breaching the tight ring of muscle.

Before she could reply, he continued, “If it’s the former—congrats. Your look really redefined the word ‘ugly.’ If it’s the latter—well, you wasted your time. I don’t spare even a second of attention for unsightly things.” Serena clenched her knife and fork so hard they creaked. If she used a little more strength, she could probably snap them. But she kept her smile. “You’ve misunderstood, Mr. Ryder. I have a skin allergy, so I applied some soothing ointment.” “Ointment?” Christan eyed her darkened face suspiciously. “What kind of ointment looks that awful?” “It’s a secret formula. Forgive me, but I can’t share it with someone irrelevant.”

"A week or so." That hit me straight in the chest. I grab the couch cushions, squeezing them in my fists. In the next week? That means there is no chance for me to get this medicine in time. When I glance up at Rylan, his face is ashen. "How sure are you that this is actually this disease you speak of. It happened so fast." It was Rylan's addition to the conversation. "Sallow, discoloured skin, trembling fingers and lazy eyes, erratic breath and cold-"

After gulping the knot down my dry throat I said. His muscles relaxed under my touch. He was recovering slowly. The redness has slightly reduced from his face, and he was appearing good again. His fair complexion gives me a hard time. When he is angry or emotionally depressed, his skin turns red. “Promise!” I wish to kiss that pout. And the way he asked like a child to his mother, it took away my breaths. I could see the cuteness I have fallen for returning on his face.

Ray's hair was rumpled and disheveled in a messy nest atop his head. His long lashes were wet and tangled with pleasured tears that had left tracks down his face. Ray's skin was flushed and shimmering with rapidly-drying sweat that had goosebumps rising on his flesh. All over his body were dark reddish possessive marks, some dipping closer to a deep purple, like the ones on his wrists and clavicle. His belly and chest were streaked with the pearly evidence of his release, and between his legs he was wet and shimmering, Brian's creamy seed leaked from his darkened, abused hole.

It was a place that Righ had been unable to leave for so long. Living here, Righ’s skin grew tough and lost a lot of the color that made him feel human. Instead, he was pale, and his face was gaunt. When the robe exposed the flesh of his face, it reflected the red glow making his skin look blood red. Ordinary people have an almost invisible layer of hair over their epidermis. But Righ’s mother was a leopard werecat. So, he did not have hair; he had translucent fur, except where he had tell tale spots of a leopard. When the light hit his fur just right, a silvery shimmer was visible atop his skin.