The Light Skin Stare Novels & Stories

His gaze darted around as though expecting something to emerge from the shadows. I couldn’t help the instinctive reaction that flared up in me. I knew what I looked like to a terrified, exhausted man in the middle of nowhere. My crayon-white skin, my bald head. My appearance was enough to make anyone freeze in terror. We Men in Black usually wear hats and dark sunglasses for a reason.

I gather my courage and look him square in the face. Yeeeeah, that was a bad idea. Gorgeous skin the color of warm caramel, sun-streaked golden brown hair, and captivating eyes. They're calming; like the waves of the sea. The finishing touch on this masterpiece is a well-shaped jawline adorned with scruff, the kind that would send shivers down your spine if brushed against certain places during... yeah... I can't stop staring at him. I'm trying to be subtle and I know I look ridiculous. Adonis...

The light was turned on and there stood the most scary men she had ever seen in her twenty three years. The first man was a tall well built man,brown eyes, short black hair, cracked lips and pale skin. He had tattoos all over his body and looked like he was in his mid twenties. He wore a blue muscle shirt with a black jeans. The second man was skinny, shorter than the first man, really arrogant you can get that from his aura. A scar covered his right eye, he had brown skin and a bald head. The third man was huge like a wrestler, bald headed too, blue eyes, a mustache and gold teeth. He looked like he was in his thirties. They just stood there staring saying and nothing to her, and the secon

Jared stopped drinking having finally felt a present of another being with him inside the pub so he dropped the barrel on the table as he looked straight at the person— a dark spiky hair and a inky eyes staring back into his eyes grinning; wearing a singlet with a flared tiffany trouser while sitting on his hams on the table barefooted right where Jared was seated just as the sudden flashes of lightning illuminated the prodigy scene yet again following a thunderous clap then the young man slowly glowed in white brightening up the pub. “Oh, come on!” Someone said at the door way. “Don’t tell us… you’re negotiating with your opponent to give in without a fight. Huh table for two?!” Another sai

I am not aware of whether she knew it or not but her burning skin and her features lit up with a different kind of glow as her eyes became slits of whites that had light shimmering inside it. I had never before seen such a scene, it almost looked like she had possessed by some kind of spirit or light. She glowed and started looking more mystical by the growing seconds and at one point her hair started floating lightly in the wind as she seemingly started shedding her skin and displaying a glow in its wake. A silver light that had filled her being started oozing from her. This weird and unnatural phenomenon made me quite down in my cries making Michael ask, “What happened? Leia why are you so

My hair was down and I wore a Jean skirt that showed more than half my thighs, my top also showed the top of my breast and exposed the mole I had on it, everyone on the table turned to me, I couldn’t look at everyone but my eyes met his. Aiden stared at me from my thighs upwards, when his eyes met mine, his eye brows came together in an angry look, he looked like he wanted to kill me Just the expression I was looking for, let the games begin.

He remained silent and unmoving until a guy at the front spoke, "Are you alright, Dr Carson? You look unwell." My heart almost lurched into my my mouth when bile rose in my throat, I prayed no one noticed his eyes dwelling on me for too long, he hesitated, ignoring whatever the dude said, staring at me like none of them mattered, like the monster he shared skin with could find its way out of its confines and maul us all. Then his lips arched in a crooked smile that was as equally wicked as his stare. "I'm fine, Thanks for asking." Then his gaze settled back to their usual, "Now, let us begin."

I didn’t know how to answer; instead, I just stared up at the man cupping my face. His skin was dark as the night, and his eyes were storm cloud grey. He looked to be a mirror image of Pontus. Same face, same build. He smiled down at me until someone coughed. I turned to see my mate staring at me with a wounded look on his face, and that snapped me out of whatever trance I was in.

“What are you staring at? Pull your hand out before it becomes part of our dinner.” If he had not spoken, I wouldn’t have felt the heat coursing through my veins. Long, thick blackened meat came along my hand. It pointed towards the brightest star in the night sky. The yellow orb peaked behind the mountain, looking for me. Its light bathed over their dark skins, but their bodies didn’t react. Was I the only one? The dark liquid dripped on my white slip-ons. “Surprised?” the tallest man flashed a bright smile. “How come? Why?” I stared at them in disbelief.

From where Stephen stood, he had an unobstructed view of her bare back—starting just below her shoulder blades, a sweep of luminous skin catching the light with a soft, alluring glow. Her delicate skin, nearly translucent in the glow, made her shoulder blades appear like butterfly wings, poised to take flight. Stephen stared, his gaze locked on her, the air catching in his throat. A rush of heat climbed up his neck, and for a moment, it was hard to breathe. He was utterly captivated. “Does it look good?” Stellar asked, catching the dazed look in his eyes, a teasing smile playing on her lips. He gave a slow, almost stunned nod, his voice hoarse but firm.