Skins The Novels & Stories

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

She really shouldn’t let him get to her, but in that way, he reminded her of Cadon, always clawing right beneath the surface of her skin. Wearing the scandium skin, as Emma had taken to calling it, under his uniform, Zane looked a little more stealthy than usual. He had a face shield that he would put on, too, once they arrived. Emma had done plenty of testing to make sure that the materials were what they needed to be to fight the new bullets.

he says and looks at Delcote. "Need to speak to Skin, verify things with him," Delcote states. "He's there working on a truck." Big King points. "Skin, 'ere." I learnt Skin got his name because he used to be massively overweight and has a lot of excess skin from losing weight. For some strange reason, he suggested the nickname for himself. I watch as Skin moves away from the car and walks over. My eyes widen when I see him. That's not a hit; it's multiple, and it happened before we got back. He wasn't hit for the cover story, so what the hell happened?

My skin gets easily dry, so I need moisturizer on my face—but not too much. “So are you saying that your ex had a small koko?” She asks. I want to face palm myself so bad, but I didn’t want to ruin what Shani already applied on my face. So I just sigh. “Even though my ex was an Asshole, his koko was huge. Anytime we had sex, he always hit my deep spots. He was a good fuck I swear. But even though he was good at sex, he is a cream boy (a show off).” I explained. She is now applying foundation, using L’Oréal Infallible Fresh Wear. Since my skin is dark, she makes sure the shades are dark as well. She wants my skin to snatch weaves and wigs off.

Surrounding her were four creatures—my creatures. The skin walkers were grotesque, their bodies hunched and skeletal, with gray, leathery skin stretched too tight over their bones. Their limbs were long and twisted, their clawed hands scraping against the stone floor. Their faces were nightmares given form—eyes sunken deep, mouths filled with jagged teeth and unnaturally long, writhing tongues that licked across Aurora’s arms and neck. Aurora screamed again as one of them dragged its tongue across her cheek, leaving a glistening trail behind.

His tongue stroked hers, gentle but hungry, and when she whimpered he made the softest, neediest noise against her mouth. Nolan stayed seated behind her, but his hands weren’t idle. They slid up her spine, under her shirt. When Cole finally let her breathe, Nolan turned her chin toward him and took her mouth in a kiss that was pure, unhurried dominance. Jax, never one to be left out, yanked his own shirt off and tossed it aside. “Skin, baby. Let’s make this fair.” Ashley’s top disappeared in seconds… four sets of hands working together, buttons popping, fabric sliding away until she was bare from the waist up. Four mouths descended at once.

that was currently rewriting my DNA in real-time. My skin was no longer bronze or silver; it was a shifting, iridescent "Obsidian-Violet" that seemed to suck the light out of the bridge. When I breathed, the air didn't just move—it hummed with a frequency that made the nearby consoles spark and hiss.

Sandra said when she had pulled away from the hug. I laughed and looked down at my simple outfit. I knew she was lying. “Oh please, I’m the one supposed to be telling you that. You look like a million bucks.” And I wasn’t even exaggerating. Sandra’s skin was shiny and her hair was big and beautiful. Her eyes were shining with laughter and she looked so happy. I envied her for a moment. “Okay, so I see I am going to have to give you a lesson on deflecting my compliments again,” she said with a cross look at me.

Karen pulled Cassandra toward the room. Cassandra has naturally beautiful skin. She's had an impeccable porcelain skin since she was a kid. She is one of the celebrities that needs no surgery, be it her face or body. She possesses natural beauty. Her monthly skin regimen is just to maintain her beautiful skin. Moreover, it is one of her benefits as one of their endorsers.

At this rate, we’d hit normal in a couple of months. The tanner paused long enough to give us a disparaging look, then continued with cutting the leather with an incredibly sharp pair of shears. “If you show us how to skin this one,” I said, “you can have the skin for free.” It seemed a fair trade. We wouldn’t get any money (although I’m not sure we’d be able to buy a whole lot with one chob), but we’d have learned a new skill, and that was much more important in an RPG. Yes, I still felt this was a game.