Sukuna Mc Skin Novels & Stories

* *Snores * *Knock knock!* *Snores* *Knock Knock!!!* "Yeah?" "Mate, it's me. Hayden." "What do you want?" I yawned. "Can I...talk to you?" I went to the dresser and combed my hair before answering the door. And what stood in front of me was... a never could be forgotten look... Hayden was wearing shorts and his bare chest exposed to me. I saw every line on his chest, even the V-sculpture. He had a tan skin tone with tattoos all over.

Hair type and color: Short, brown hair. Skin color: Dark olive skin color. Style: Sexy Black Man. Along with the physical description, you can also help by suggesting a name for our super hot vampire. Comment with your pick and stay tuned. See you soon...

Kids jumping up and down. I stood there on that stupid crate while they chanted and for the first time in years the hole in my chest felt smaller. Like maybe it could actually close one day. I wasn’t the broken omega they threw away anymore. I was Luna. I was vengeance. And I was bringing hell home.

"Hey, Sardines." Tracing the cheery voice, I found myself staring at a woman who seemed like she was auditioning for a rock and roll movie from the early 2000’s; the red streaks in her light brown hair, matching the red shade of her lipstick, with her grey crop top adorned with a big, lettered writing of: funk it up bitches. But on taking a closer look at her face, I was met with strikingly siAmayar features with that of Dove.

Because staring back at me… Wasn’t me. Well… It was me, but different. As if I’d put on a different skin, or perhaps an off-brand costume of myself. My nose was the same, a gentle slope with a slightly upward tilt at the point. But there were freckles dotted across it now, which I never had before, and my face was a little more oval-shaped than it once was. The most striking differences were, indeed, my hair and eyes. My hair, once strawberry blonde, was now a deep almost burgundy color like the light glinting off a slab of polished mahogany wood—deep chocolate with reddish streaks that caught the sun.

I can figure anything out without anyone interfering or interrupting. I found my mate a few weeks ago, and I have to say that she’s gorgeous. She’s gorgeous, but she just isn’t her. Trina is 5’10 with dark brown skin. She has full, long lashes, though they may not be natural. Her hair is long, past her shoulders, and she has an athlete's body. Everything about her screams elegance and strength: basically Luna. She’s my Luna, given to me by the Moon Goddess, but she just isn’t her.

I swallowed again and ordered another drink. I started to study his face, even though he was in profile. He was also drinking—whiskey on the rocks. I couldn’t see clearly, but I was sure he was clean-shaven, with a perfectly balanced face and a sharp nose. His skin was a bronze tan, gleaming under the lights, and I could swear the color shifted. I don’t know if it was just my imagination, but it looked like he had scales that shimmered under the strobe lights. It was weird—but kind of cool.

Kelly said with a giggle, as she carefully walked to the table and left a ceramic bowl there, which was filled to the brim with the same tonic from my previous life. She let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat on her forehead using the back of her hand, before she came to me and stood in front of me. Kelly did not say anything to me for the next few seconds. Rather, she simply stared, before finally, she broke the silence, saying, “You look so ethereal, sister. It's no wonder you are the star and pride of our Red Moon pack”. Kelly's smile looked so innocent. One would even think she was a saint.

I already explained how I entered the wrong room, so why is he so fixated on calling me that? "I have to say you certainly have the palest face I've ever seen in my whole damn life, my ugly face looks more hydrated," I chuckled, but his facial expressions remained the same. It's quite a unique quality. Even his friend's facial expressions change, showing how shocked he is about my talking like this. Still, the person I'm talking to has no expression, which is pretty shocking to me. "No issue, I love being pale. At least it's better than how your chubby cheeks look," he mocked.

When we come closer I think that I recognise one of the males to be Kurn, but honestly, everyone kind of looks the same. “Hey. This is Elina. Elina this is Sulu, Reli and Makkan, and of course Kurn.” Lazarus introduces everyone at the table and they shake my hand. Sulu and Reli have a dark blue tone to their skin and Makkan is a paler blue than Lazarus. “They are all a part of my platoon.” “Nice to finally meet the human.” Sulu gives me a large smile. “Hope you like it on the ship so far.”