The Light Skin Stare Novels & Stories

I refused to back down from its stare; instead, I remained quiet and watched. Slowly, it dropped its head and I frowned at this movement, confused as to why he gave up easily on our ‘Staring Game.’ But then, it raised its head, the light illuminating its face and I gasped with shock. In place of the darkness, my own face stared back at me. I was still not used to seeing this even after last time. But now, it is different. Blood streamed down my eyes, and my skin was deathly pale. It tried to open its mouth but blood trickled out too and it smiled at me. There was something sinister about it and all of a sudden, the smile disappeared as it gave me a cold stare.

Af if he sensed me staring, he raised his head and met my eyes. As I gazed into his eyes, I felt an inexplicable jolt. His piercing stare seemed to see right through me, yet I couldn’t look away. His chiseled features were like something out of a dream – sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that curled into a subtle, enigmatic smile. His skin was deathly pale, but it only added to his ethereal beauty. His dark hair was perfectly messy, framing his face like a work of art.

He couldn't help but lean back and admire the beauty in front of him. The light skin on her thighs contrasted well with the bronze of his torso as she straddled him. The beauty of the being before him made Scar want to drool, he felt like a horny teen looking at a magazine for the first time. She looked exactly like the woman in any males dreams as she sat before him, beautiful, elegant and confident under his eye. It was almost like her skin was glowing as the eerie light from the lamp glowed from beside them. The pair didn't say anything as they sat there, the only sound to be heard was the faint voices from the club.

I hate how he stares at me. “Look at me,” he said. Just two words. A command I felt between my legs before my brain caught up. I dragged my eyes to his. But that was my mistake. Up close he was worse. Storm-gray eyes, blown black with something feral. The kind of face that made women stupid and graves shallow. A thin scar cut through his left brow, and the stubble on his jaw looked sharp enough to cut skin. He stepped forward. I stepped back. My spine hit the doorframe.

Deeply staring into my eyes is a pair of the darkest sets of sapphire blue that​ I have ever seen and a set of lips smirking devilishly towards me. Just staring at him takes my breath away. I cannot seem to move or speak. My legs and arms become paralyzed. I probably look like a fucking fool. What the hell! This is freaking embarrassing! Why can't I break from his stare? He strums his finger across his parted lips and watches me with amusement.

but this time they were out of happiness "I can't understand him..is he born to make me cry??" streetlight was looking like a spotlight on her...she was glowing in it...and suddenly a person with a speed of light came her side....he was so fast that her hair came on her face..only his eyes were to be seen..those blue eyes..as deep as ocean..as glowing as light of stars..enough to scare anyone and make anyone fall in them.. Forget urslef in my arms.. Forget urslef in my words.. I want to say all these things to you..

I shake my head in frustration as I flip the page. There she is, making the rest of what I was going to say irrelevant. A perfect close-up photograph of our baby sister. Iokaste, the leader of The Dark. She is looking directly at the camera, innocence and happiness exude from her youthful features. Her sparkly silver hair is up in a topknot, and her large, vibrant violet eyes practically pop off the page. This picture is in color, but she is wearing dark gray lipstick. Presumably, trying to distract from her perfect, fair skin being marred by the thick keloid scars on her jawline and sides of her neck.

I looked at the person who threw the punch from my position on the floor. I was seated with tears staining my cheeks looking at him wide-eyed. His silhouette was lit up and dimmed by the disco lights consecutively. From what I could see, he had black hair which was highlighted by the lights, curtains with an undercut, so black like a midnight sky, and the most beautiful bright blue eyes like a clear summer sky reflecting on an azure sapphire stone, smooth toned skin, the rest was covered by a black mask. His eyes were so meticulous, like a painting by an old master.

Just the thought of how he would be able to court a lady, especially the one he loved, made him feel incredibly excited and giddy within. Adam's eyes remained transfixed on Annalia as he fondled her skin with his fingertips and continued to marvel at her beauty. Her skin is just as amazing. It's only natural for artists to have skin like that, given how vital their profession is to them. Adam can't help but focus on certain aspects of Annalia's skin as he gently strokes it. He can't help but notice certain features. It isn't noticeable when you look at it by itself, but when you focus on it, you'll be able to see it more clearly. On top of that, Annalia's skin is really fair, which means th

Licht pursed his lips and said casually. Obviously, Licht was very clear about the whole situation. He was just hiding here to watch the excitement. Philip noticed that Licht was wearing a shiny storage ring on his hand. He subconsciously took half a step back. This inconspicuous burly guy was in the middle stage of nine stars, just like Philip. However, Licht looked pretty harmless, and the corner of Philip's mouth could not help twitching. Licht noticed the change in Philip, so he graciously took out a big bowl and smiled at Philip.