The Light Skin Stare Novels & Stories

As soon as Tara turns behind, her eyes enlarge, chilled flushes on her face, and her peptide frame starts to shiver as her frightful black doe iris meets the severe oceanic orbs that stare at her with intensity to devour her …! ****************

“Whether you like it or not.” “What truth?” He ignored her, instead looking over her shoulder. She was standing in front of him, so when he looked over his shoulder, she turned to see what or who he was looking at, and in this case, it was a who. A woman stood there in a white flowing gown. Maria wasn’t sure, but the woman’s skin seemed to be glowing and the closer the woman got to them, the brighter her skin got. Her skin was pale and milky white and if Maria was not seeing it with her eyes, she would say that the woman’s milky skin was what she had mistaken for a glow.

The blinding light I saw earlier slowly brightened up the room as I watched a woman slowly start to appear under the light one shin follicle after the other literally as if she was being built right before my eyes . I watched in complete and utter awe as I looked back at the beautiful woman before me . She looked around for a few moments before looking down at her flesh and touched her skin . She was completely bare before me with her beautiful olive skin glowing under the light and lack of clothing exposing every single inch of her naked body. A part of me wanted to look away but I just couldn’t as my eyes remained glued on the beautiful creature before my eyes almost as if trying to convin

Letting the warm starlight flashing through me spread out on her body. Gasps and whispers rose behind me as people stepped back, and I stared at her, surprised myself. The starlight chased away the shadows and washed away the prints, leaving her almost snow-white skin behind. I knew nobody else here saw the prints or shadows, but we all saw the wound close up. She had gaping cuts on her stomach, chest, and one across the thigh. Dried up, and fresh blood was left there, but gaping flesh wounds closed up, leaving nothing but dirty, untouched skin.

I stood there, frozen in place, unsure of what to do. “Stop staring like a hopeless fool,” he said, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. His dark eyes were piercing, and I felt myself shrinking under his gaze. His pointed nose and full, pink lips made him look almost otherworldly. His skin was taut and smooth, like marble, and I could see every detail of his face reflected in the mirror.

She simply keeps moving. I pause, turning my body towards her. "Hello? Miss, do you need help? Who do you belong to? You look lost." She stops moving. Turning slowly, she seems to glide as her body rotates to face me. Blinking, she begins to glow, first her eyes, and then her skin, a soft golden starlight, like the sun shining through clouds. As I watch the light glows brighter, humming with energy. I close my eyes as power washes over me, visible even through my eyelids.

He quickly straddled Eric and started throwing punches left and right. It looked so painful that I felt my own face twinge. Eric finally stopped fighting back, too tired to resist, and that's when the punches stopped. "Scram!" Eric got up, wobbling, and looked at me. "Wendy, you've loved me since high school. Was that all just a lie? Can you really stand there and watch him destroy my company?"

I stare at myself wondering "when did I get so dark" I try my best to think positive about myself but sometimes its not easy, especially when i stroll through my Instagram and all I see is light skins winning, dark skins are ugly but only dark skin girls; white and light skins love dark skin boys but no one loves dark skins unless she has a big butt or big boobs, but even then they don't love them for who they are but for their bodies.

“Yeah, but you know how my dad seems sweet. I would much rather have the ugly be upfront versus hidden behind a paper-thin smile.” “I get what you mean. It’s better to dance with the devil than to dance with an angel with devil horns.” “You say the weirdest things.” “Ha, ha yeah I do but its true. Its basically saying everything that glitters isn’t gold.” “Who wants gold anyway? Glitter is much better. You get it everywhere and it stays.” “Girl, you’re crazy. But look.” She pulled up a picture on her phone and showed her best friend. “This is Jason. He’s fifteen and he goes to the high school.”

AMARA ​The bright, studio-grade LED lights of the makeup artist’s ring-light snapped on with a sudden, aggressive click, blinding me in a wash of stark, unforgiving white. To Diva and Mara—the newly arrived makeup artist—it was just the start of a standard, high-profile glam session. To me, it felt like an interrogation lamp. It cast sharp, clinical shadows across the linoleum, exposing every flaw, every tremor, and every ounce of the terror I was desperately trying to bury beneath my skin.