Ruddy Skin Novels & Stories

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.

Sickly yellow patches of skin peered from between the black bark-textured coating wrapping around him in long horizontal strips. Amid all the withered skin was a long withered yellow strip dangling between his legs as he moved. The knob large and blunted as it tapped along his bare thigh. He moved his head to watch her like a threatened bird. Crouching to sway in pace with her. His head was nearly square with orange eyes trimmed in red like fire burned from the pupil. He opened his mouth to hiss, and it opened too far back, near his ears to bear pointed yellow teeth. Revealing he had no lips.

The sky is colored in the shades of red, violet, and black, the sun is telling its goodbye for the day, and their room slowly turning dark. In that dozy evening, Rathi was standing before the mirror and examining her scar. It's still black in color but the pain is nowhere. The oil that Aadhiyan gave has really worked and she applies it gently on her rough-hard skin. Rathi felt like it's someone's else skin as it's so odd to touch it.

"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-"

Rudra Reddy rolled his eyes and reached his palms to hold her bags, "If you don't have such plans then... We can walk." He held her bags and began to walk. Sara Owen followed him with her pleased heart. "Don't you have work?" "I am doing the most important work." "I see. You like to walk in the market holding someone else's bags." He stopped and looked at her, "No. I like to walk with you." Her smile had faded away after hearing his words. There was a sparkle in his resonant eyes. "Apple." "Huh?" She was thinking about his impression. "Your eyes are swollen and you are getting dark circles around them. You should eat apples daily for healthy skin. I don't want you to lose your beauty."

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?

"She really betrayed me?" Adrienne gasped, her voice filled with horror as she observed Renee's entrance, clad in a sleeveless dress that unveiled red, inflamed patches on her delicate skin. The patches appeared rough and flaky, unmistakably signaling an allergic reaction or some kind of irritation. Scarlet redness and small bumps marred her once flawless cheeks. Juliette swiftly rose from her seat, offering it to Renee, who looked apprehensive, on the brink of tears.

“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.

It looked very red. "Let me see it." Odette stepped closer and tried to get a closer look at Rion's mark. "Rion, stop. Don't scratch it." Odette held Rion's hand and saw many small rashes on the man's neck. "The heat. Rion, stop wearing the scarf and don't scratch it, or the rash will widen and your neck will rot," said Odette. She wanted to joke around, but the man absolutely could not take a joke.

he muttered, clinging to his pride even now. Ignoring him, I moved closer, unbuttoning his shirt to get to the rash that had spread over his chest and collar. His skin was flushed, red blotches standing out against his normally perfect complexion. My fingers brushed his chest, and his muscles tensed, his gaze heavy and dark as he watched me. “Enjoying yourself?” he rasped, his voice hoarse, but the arrogant smirk still lingered, like he thought he had the upper hand. My cheeks warmed, but I focused on the task, smoothing a dab of cream onto my fingers and gently patting it onto his skin.