Skins The Novels & Stories

I look back at Skinner. He hands me a small knife; I pulls up my shirt sleeve and cut a small line putting the same pressure Knuckles was and all I do is wince slightly. I wave the knife at him when I'm done. I see Knuckles smirking at me. The skin starts to tingle where I put the small cut and I feel a rush run through me.

beautiful. He rose to his knees and yanked his thermal shirt over his head, revealing a sculpted, battle-hardened torso covered in faint scars. My mouth went dry at the sight. Then he pushed his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock. It was thick, long, and heavier than I had imagined. The head was flushed dark and already leaking pre-cum. A thick vein ran along the underside. My virgin pussy clenched at the sight, equal parts fear and desperate want.

I had the NuSkin gun locked and loaded. "NuSkin," he barked. I slapped it into his hand and moved around to help him hold the edges of Hols' skin together. "What the fuck did she get sliced up on?" Me. I think. I can feel her blood running down my sides. I think my spikes are scalpel sharp, Thane responded. I looked up at him. He was looking at us from the side. There wasn't enough space in the living room for him to move around. But even in dragon form, I could see the anguish in his eyes. Fully engulfed in flames, his pupils were vertical slits of pain.

Gaping at the man writhing in pain with a crestfallen face, Skyla blurted out in her mind, "What the f*ck is happening?! Please Moon Goddess, save him!" Skyla's eyes went squinty on seeing the thorns digging deep into the man's upper body. Her still body sitting on the ground with legs folded beside the man slightly jumped and went out of place when Skyla felt something in her hands and overcoat. Her breath hitched in her throat when she could see the blood drops of the man staining her overcoat and hands as the thorns came down and ripped off the man's skin like sharp arrows.

The crone replied. Marie turned her attention back to Seb and her heart dropped. Seb wasn't howling anymore but growling. His eyes were beaming a bright yellow and had doubled in size. His fingernails had changed into claws and he began using them to rip off large chucks of skin off his chest. Beneath the skin was black thick fur like hair. It was the color of the night sky and so shiny it looked wet. Seb dropped to his knees withering in pain when his bones began to snap and pop at unnatural angles.

"Nina is about to give birth. She isn't as childish as you." Just then, Ted's hand stopped moving. Suzy's cheeks flushed instantly. She swatted at him in mock outrage. "You little brat. I told you to help me with sunscreen, not to get handsy!" Everyone burst into laughter. "Suzy, didn't you grab Ted's ass during that truth‑or‑dare game? He's just getting even!" "This is hilarious! Didn't you say his fingers weren't as long as your intimate part? Guess he's proving you wrong!"

The morning light streams through sheer curtains. She isn’t in her usual form, but Sienna doesn’t let that stop her. A faded tank top and loose cotton shorts hug her frame, revealing patches of pink, healing scars across her arms and legs. Her head, once crowned with thick, flowing hair, is now bald beneath layers of white gauze. The bandages wrap snugly, almost lovingly, around her scalp. She hasn’t yet adjusted to seeing herself in the mirror, but Osborne’s steady presence makes it easier.

The man standing there was a stranger. He wasn't wearing a suit. He had on a black leather jacket and under the jacket, he wore nothing. His chest was wide and bare, and it was covered in dark ink. I saw wings, skulls, and snakes that moved over his skin every time he breathed. The tattoos were everywhere, crawling up his neck and disappearing under the leather.

But it's better than what I've had. So I dunk my hands in, scrub at the worst of the grime, wipe the blood from my lip. It doesn't do much. Still leaves me looking like exactly what I am. A prisoner. They toss the uniform at me again. "Put it on." I hesitate just long enough to annoy them. Then I peel off the prison shirt. Cold air hits my skin. Scars exposed. Old and new. Some thin. Some not. I don't rush. Let them look. Let them see exactly what five years bought me.

“Winter is coming. The wind will grow colder than before. You’ll get sick if you don’t listen to me." “No way!” she pointed at the hide’s face. There is a hollow shape where the boar’s face used to be. “It even has a face!” There was no way she was going to wear the skin of a dead animal over her body. It creeps her out. The guy sighed and flung the hide over his shoulders, “I will use it then.”