Skin Of The Night Novels & Stories

The instant my bare feet cross the threshold and steps out into the hallway, I find myself face to face with a lady who suddenly materializes out of thin air. Draped in a pristine white button-up shirt that hugs her curves with elegant simplicity, she exudes an air of effortless allure. Dark, loose trousers, folded at the ankles, cascade like silken shadows around her slender frame, hinting at a grace that defies earthly bounds. But it is her skin that truly mesmerizes me, a canvas adorned with intricate black inked markings that writhe and coil like serpents in the moonlight. Against the backdrop of her silky caramel complexion, they seem to come alive, tracing a map upon her flesh.

his eyes lingered, “…I’d like them bigger. I prefer a full grip.” My chest burned. My hands strangled the cuffs until my nails dug crescents into my palms. “But your skin… your skin is your greatest asset. It doesn’t look like it has seen sunlight.” His fingers trailed, and goosebumps betrayed me. “You’re insane.” “Am I?” His tone mocked, his hand sliding lower. He brushed my thigh, then lifted his finger to show me the shine of liquid on his skin. He held it up to my face, smirking. “I’m not the one begging to be released, but itching for more.”

He pressed the button again and she placed her hand on his jacket unconsciously as she whimpered. “When I speak to you, you respond.” He said with a stern look and Lily nodded. “Yes.” She replied. “Good. Now, Lilyana, let’s get this night over with.” He said and held her hand. He pressed the button again and she dipped her nails into his hand as she groaned. “Oops, my fingers slipped.” He said with a smirk on his face.

The stranger licked on my tears, and on my lips he sucked like he owned it. In the dark room, the stranger pushed me lightly on the bed, laying me flat on my back. He unbuckled his pants before climbing on me, kissing me wholly. My mind, my heart, my brain wasn't stable. I'm hurt, I'm in pain, I was bitter but was aroused. The stranger unclothed me, unbuckling my bra leaving me stark naked before him. He nibbled on my tits, like wafers coated with candy, sucking them red and I moaned. He continued sucking them till it became hard and erected.

The moment I saw her, I stood up from my chair and hung my mouth wide open. Cornelia was damn stunning. Her black long hair fell on beautiful fair elegant skin, while her red gown, which didn't have a hand, hugged her body firmly. She has fair olive skin, and seeing this lady alone makes nothing else matter to me, except the lady on stage. The lady was Damm different from the way I saw her this morning and even that of when I met her at the club because she is breathtaking. Her skin now glows and she seems to have added weight.

My demonic phone must think it’s at an audition with this enthusiastic performance it’s giving…Oh God, why won’t it shut up! If I can get my sadistic phone and put it on silent, maybe I can get in another thirty minutes of sleep, I contemplated. Deciding to do just that I began to feel around for it…space, space, space, silky sheet, is that a feet?!! My eyes snap shot open, and immediately closed back;uhh, my head hurts… wait, did I just see a feet, curious I slowly peeped through an eye. Why am I staring at a feet?, those can’t be mine right?, I was never good at gymnastics and there’s no way my feet could be that close to my face, not to talk of how big they look right now.

A shadow among the shadows. His breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t see it clearly at first — just a dark shape darting between the trees, too fast, too fluid to be real. But then it emerged into the fading light, and Ben’s blood ran cold. It was her. Nadia. Her face was pale, her eyes black pits of emptiness. She smiled at him, a wicked, twisted thing that made his stomach churn. Her skin was like parchment, her body unnaturally thin, like a broken doll stitched together with shadows.

I reach up hesitantly, my fingers brushing my cheek, and I flinch so hard I nearly fall off the bed. The skin feels wrong. It is tight, distended, and burning. My fingertips come away wet with something thick and viscous. Even in the dark, I can feel the texture. I scramble toward the vanity and light the small lamp with shaking hands. The reflection is a nightmare. The three claw marks Silas left behind have turned into a ruin. The skin around the furrows is a mottled green-black, puffed and angry as if something is trying to push its way out from beneath the surface. The wounds are no longer red; they are a weeping, sickly yellow, with streaks of emerald green collecting at the corners.

The coat whispered against my skin as it slipped off my shoulders, pooling at my feet like a spilled secret. The air in his hallway was cooler than mine, carrying a faint scent of his cologne, musky, with hints of sandalwood that made my head spin. I stood there naked, my nipples tightening into hard peaks from the chill, my pussy already throbbing, slick warmth trickling down my inner thighs. Every breath I took felt heavy, loaded with anticipation of what was to come. Nick’s eyes raked over me, dark and feral, his chest rising and falling fast. He slammed the door shut with a thud that echoed through the apartment, then he was on me in an instant. His hands were rough, calloused from wha

His voice dropped until only she heard. “What did you say?” She gave him a confused look. Posture relaxing as the conversation changed. He drew quick breaths, fists tight as he tried to control the things writhing under his skin. One reared under his collar. Making the thin bone crunch and jut from the skin. Rupturing the tender skin. Ouch! He slapped a hand to it. Ah, shit. He gasped in pain. Wincing, as he took a hesitant step back. Skin peeling around the bit of protruding bone and a small gold paw emerged. Decked with tiny claws. Frantically scratching away his skin. Digging its way out.