Skins The Novels & Stories

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.

Little Human wasn't bad either. "It will be fun, I promise." Immediately, my hands went up to his shoulders and helped him slip off his black jacket without looking away from his golden eyes. I beamed as both our hands went to the hem of his black shirt and slipped it off his head. The abs on his stomach nearly had me drooling. I felt the urge to run my hands on them and feel his skin. I bet his skin would be warm and it would be even better if I was under him.

The cold air of the lab touched my skin as I unraveled the silk bindings that had hidden my identity for so long. Dorian turned briefly to a cabinet and retrieved a thick glass jar. Inside was a viscous silver liquid that seemed almost alive. “What is that?” I asked, uneasy, crossing my arms over my chest. “This is Skin-Alchemist,” Dorian explained, slipping on thin medical gloves. “A high-level synthetic skin. Once applied, the liquid will harden, flatten your chest, and perfectly blend with your natural skin tone and texture. Even the sharpest wolf’s sense of smell won’t detect the difference.”

I am going to skin Nina alive. The outfit is a joke. It is a single-piece body suit that covers absolutely nothing. Two thin shoulder straps run down the sides of my neck, framing the outer curves of my breasts before meeting in a tight horizontal band directly beneath them. My nipples are completely exposed to the cool air. From that centre band, four micro-strings stretch down my ribs, connecting to a tiny V-shaped string at my pelvis. It passes between my thighs, disappearing into a single strand that rests between my cheeks. My front and back are entirely bare. I am fully naked, save for a framework of black elastic that highlights every inch of my skin.

He used to think it was because she was cold-tempered, didn't care about everything, and had very little ties, that she looked much younger than her peers, but today, Sebastian suddenly found out that Sabrina's skin was really healthy. Especially fully moisturized, her small face was full of collagen. Her natural, makeup-free face was enough to mesmerize him to the point where he was unable to look away. Seeing Sebastian look at her like that, Sabrina blushed immediately.

She looked at Orpheus, who stood before her, and asked, “Have you remained in the lab for the past ten years?” “Yes. I was told by Professor Rosalind to wait in the lab until you find me. Finally, you’ve found me. I shall only obey your instructions in the future, Miss Sienna.” Sienna blinked. She failed to hold back her curiosity. She stepped forward and touched Orpheus’s arm. She imagined that his skin would feel rough to the touch or more like hard metal. Shockingly, it felt just like regular human skin. Orpheus addressed her concerns by saying, “This is the emulated skin Professor Rosalind made for me. The research data on the skin is stored on my chip and on the computer in the lab.”

A few loose strands graced my forehead unintentionally, but I left them that way. Sienna entered the room, and I could see that her naturally tanned skin was glowing healthily. She wore little to no makeup, but she still looked dangerously sexy. She was born to wear ripped jeans and a leather jacket as it suited her like a second skin. She must be feeling much better, and I was glad to see that. I smiled as I saw her type on her phone. She showed me the screen. “How are you feeling?” I smiled and walked up to her. "Better. A little sore but I've never been better," I said as she moved closer to examine the bruises that were visible on my arms.

Picking up the lower part of Veronica's gown, SK growled staring at Veronica furiously, " What nonsense is this, Veronica? This dress isn't Black Demon but a replica. The materials are all fake and my name isn't even here. Where is my dress?" Shock flodded in Veronica's expression as she looked down at her own outfit dumbly. Muttering out truthfully, she replied shortly, " I.. don't know..This is what you sent me, SK.. I really don't understand what are you talking about.." SK was deeply angered. He growled yelling at Veronica impatiently,

Even the god Anuxis and the other Archons writhe in pain. With a collective scream, everyone clutches their heads, their faces contorted in expressions of unbearable agony. They are the Skinning of the mind, abominable creatures with the power to invade and control the minds of their victims. They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld.

Luke held the hollowed bones up to his eyes like goggles, peering at Cass through the white circles. "No way." Cass laughed, dropping the maps. "You used a skinning knife, didn't you, Luke?" "Maybe." Luke chuckled, dropping the jerky and sitting close enough that his scent—pine needles and frozen lake water—overwhelmed the room. "It’s the only way to get the center clean without the whole thing splintering." "You're ridiculous," Cass whispered. He grabbed the front of Luke’s thermal shirt and pulled him into a hard, lingering kiss.