Novel & Cerita The Light Skin Stare

He crouched before her, the soft ground giving way slightly under the weight of all his armor. She smiled, a real one like when they were both kids, but it was gone just as quickly as it had arrived. She was still just as beautiful as the day they first met. No, that was not right. She was even more beautiful. Her pale white skin seemed to be made of porcelain, smooth and unblemished. Her vivid green eyes sparkled in the waning light of the suns. Boro recalled how shocked he had been when he first saw her. White skin was a rarity everywhere on Korone, the two suns of the planet gave the people a range of skin tones from light tan to black as night but hardly ever did people have skin like he

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.

The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S" Countless comments flooded Serena's post from the previous day. "Wow, it's true. That's pretty impressive, Serena!" "Did Professor Thorne see your post and name it for you on purpose?" Just then, Lucas walked through the door. "Wilma, did you see? I named the star 'S.' It stands for 'seven' in light of our anniversary." I looked up at him coldly. "Then what's going on with your assistant? That's not what she said in her post."

"You talk like you know what that feels like." Stan slowly walked over and sat down on the far end of the couch. The cushion dipped heavily under his weight. Up close, under the sharp light of her desk lamp, Vivian could see the dark circles etched beneath his eyes, the faint white scars running along his collarbone, and something else—something that made her pulse stutter. The veins along his neck were pulsing with a strange, faint violet light. It flared under his skin, rhythmic and unnatural, like a dying star trapped inside his veins.

Something about the way her mate’s tan skin glowed under the ambient lights hanging from the trees every time he threw his head back laughing at something a pack member said made Star’s breath catch. “Keep staring at me like that and you’ll be ending this party a lot earlier than you planned, babe.” Star shivered at his voice in her head and found herself in awe at how cool he looked, never once giving away the arousal she heard in his words. She quickly turned around to reign in the temptation and fought off a blush, which was harder because now she could feel his heated stare on her backside. “Who’s staring now?” Star shot back, but unlike him, she failed to keep her emotions off her face.

I wondered. Gently, the stranger who had caught me steadied me on my feet, and I turned to look at him. As I did, I gasped. His hair was a vibrant shade of Viking gold, perfectly styled to cascade across his cheeks and chin, forming a full beard. He possessed a hawk-like nose and captivating hazel eyes. His light brown skin had a slight tan, and I couldn't help but gape at him in amazement. "You'll drool any second now," Nova's stern voice snapped me out of my trance, and I immediately averted my gaze, consumed by embarrassment. I had been caught staring at him—oh, the shame!

"I don't waste time on idle conversation. We do it tonight, or not at all." Adrian chuckled, setting his glass down. "Loosen up, Carlston. Enjoy yourself. Even a man such as you must enjoy a little. indulgence." Indulgence. The word hadn't even entered his mind when something caught his eye on the dance floor. Something—or someone. A flash of black silk, long legs, a mask that didn't quite conceal a smirk intended to burn the world to embers. A woman. The flash of her set something off in him, as if a scratch he couldn't quite find. A pull.

"Make love, to your little Sammy." Mark stared at me coldly. As soon as I had said it I realized it was a low blow. Mark hadn't brought up Laura he had just been making a joke but I sure as hell wasn't going to back down from him like everyone else did. Hell if I wanted to I could have Mr. "Bad Boy Attorney" on his knees begging to lick my feet in minutes. I returned the stare calmly. I have never lost a staring match. For whatever reason I am capable of going quite a long time without blinking, a trick that along with my ice blue eyes had earned me the nickname Medusa eventually leading to my choosing of the full sleeve tattoo on my right arm.

“Quick, this is the first lesson I will teach you…” Shin started to speak and I couldn’t help but stare at him. The scent of her natural breath, every detail of her physical features I saw even more and I was even more amazed by it. He doesn’t even have pores on his face… What is her skincare? I lost sight of Shin’s face when he moved his adam’s apple… is that his adam’s apple? Glamour— I stopped to think of what things I realized I was thinking and doing. The heck? Why am I staring at Shin? Why do I think such disgusting things?

The silver circuitry under his skin was pulsing faster now, visible veins of light that throbbed in time with the flickering overhead bulb. “You’re staring,” he murmured without opening his eyes. “I’m monitoring,” I corrected, shifting my stance to block Mira’s view of him, though she was currently too busy hyperventilating into a paper bag she’d found in her pocket to notice. Kai cracked one eye open. The iris was a swirling storm of mercury. “You’re staring,” he repeated, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. “You like the scars.” “I like the man attached to them,” I whispered, stepping closer.