The Light Skin Stare Novels & Stories

His eyes dance with amusement, and I can only laugh in response. He turns to walk away before stopping and looking back at me. "Good luck up there tonight, not that you need it with this sorry lot." I close the door and practically bounce over to Izzy and Starlight. Once I get there though, I stop right behind them to admire the view. Starlight's outfits, as least the ones I've seen her in, cover the important parts, but they don't fit her right. She has a longer torso and her ass is a little more bubbly than most women. Rouder, I guess you could say. It's a gorgeous ass, either way. I slide in between the two women, one hand resting on Izzy's ass, the other on Starlight's. Her cheeks go red

@WildfireFeed – "Do you guys SEE the way he turned his head? The way he stared at them?? This man is FERAL." @ObsessiveLens – "Not me zooming in on his face like I’m studying art history. That gaze could RUIN ME." @LottieConfessions – "I swear if he ever looked at me like that I’d start confessing to crimes I didn’t even commit." I stared at the screen, completely overwhelmed, my cheeks burning. "What the hell is up with people?!"

He seemed to be struggling to keep his gaze on my face, his pupils blown wide as they traced the silk covering my skin. What the fuck, Mina? * * *

She stopped in front of the mirror. The glass was cracked in a spiderweb pattern across the top, but the center was clear enough to show the reflection of a stranger. Sofia stared at the woman in the glass. Her skin was no longer sickly grey or flushed with fever; it was the color of moonlight on snow, pale and luminous. Her eyes were deep, fathomless pools of indigo, flecked with gold and violet sparks that danced like dying stars. But it was her chest that held her attention.

But inside the grand embassy manor of the Obsidian pack, the air was filled with a quiet, triumphant peace. Laila sat in a large leather armchair by the fireplace in the manor’s private study, a thick wool blanket draped over her lap. Her skin was still pale, and she wore a soft white linen shirt that covered the faint, pink burn scars along her forearms, but her winter sky eyes were bright and clear. The silver markings under her skin had stabilized, no longer throbbing with the aggressive heat of the battle, but glowing with a soft, permanent radiance that looked like moonlight trapped beneath the flesh.

"Wait!" Suddenly, with a shout, a beam of light suddenly hit Samuel's hand. "Bang!" Samuel suddenly felt a strange force shaking his hand away. Then, a white-skinned woman in blue slowly walked out. Although she was dressed in blue, her skin was fair and smooth, her figure was slender and her facial features were three-dimensional and had a unique exotic beauty. Her pair of sky-blue eyes were embedded in her beautiful eyes like gems, which made her look like an elf from the sea.

Dad calls her my shadow because she is always with me Shasta’s my youngest sister she’s 16 beautiful feisty and brave the wildest sleeper ever and probably my closest sibling I have .she’s brown skin curvy and she has hazel eyes and a little shorter than me at 5’7 like our mom she happens to be a lot like her actually They both have big hearts and will do anything for people they love.Always making sure everyone is taken care of.Baby sis and I have a great relationship so I can’t be but so mad.But who wants feet in their face ever

RK was sizing her up like an extremely calm hunter, sizing up the prey that had fallen into his trap. Stella, on the other hand, was not afraid of RK. Outside the window, a bolt of lightning flashed and almost lit up the night. RK's eyes flickered with the shadow of the woman who was illuminated by the lightning. The light-fitting night dress made her skin look even more delicate and crystal-clear. Her flawless skin was almost transparent. Stella looked at RK's eyes, which were growing deeper and deeper. When she thought of what had happened in the previous meeting, her face turned red.

ALPHA GREY I had stared at this other man for a long time. He did not look anything like I was supposed to be. His hair was not the black that had belonged to Jack, but a white color that rode from the roots, leaving no space for any other colors. His skin was not smooth, but a rough mass of scar that felt thick and burdensome. His face was ghostly in its appearance with how it looked like that living face of a skull. He looked to be a different man from who I was altogether.