The Light Skin Stare Novels & Stories

​He nodded toward the far end of the marble ballroom, near the balcony that overlooked the darkened city. ​A man stood there, completely still amidst the dancing crowd. He wore a suit of bone-white linen that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. He was unnervingly thin, his skin so pale it was almost translucent, revealing the faint, grey network of veins beneath. But it was his eyes that stopped my breath—they were a flat, milky white, devoid of pupils, as if he were looking at a world we couldn't see.

He did just as I asked and I gulped it down again then shifted it towards him for the third time, I bent my head down as I stared at my feet, my mind losing its will already. The stool beside me shifted and I raised my head up immediately, staring at the dark skinned man sitting beside me, his hair so low that his skull skin is in view, his face well sculptured, more like a black Greek God. The silver earring on his right ear enhanced his beauty, sparkling brightly as though announcing his presence, as though feeling my stare on him, he turned to face me, returning the favour. "Why the fucking hell are you staring at me?" I voiced out, pain and bitterness visible in my tone.

I am leaning back against the marble ledge, my broad, heavily scarred chest fully exposed above the frothing water, my long dark hair damp against my neck. The moment her eyes land on the raw, muscular expanse of my bare skin, she completely freezes, her gaze locking onto the jagged battle scars tracing my ribs. She stands there completely dazed, her mouth slightly open. "What are you staring at, little wolf?" I mock, a low rumble vibrating in my chest. "Did I command you to enter my bath just to play the role of a stone statue?"

He pressed feather-light kisses to my exposed skin, and through heavy, lidded eyes I watched his dark skin shift beneath the cold light of the stars. His golden skin turned sepia beneath my gaze, and then he faded, just as Violet had in my dream.

I'm sure I'll only see rage. I continued to stare at the moon for a few minutes, but his long stare at me caught me off guard. I looked at him right away and was met with his gaze, which seemed overly focused on me. My brow furrowed; why was he staring like that? He appeared dazed at first, but his expression quickly changed to an intense stare, as if I were being undressed. Why is he staring at me as if I'm naked-

I log into my job's attendance app and request a personal day. After I shower, I look into my eyes. The longer I stare, the darker the mirror becomes. Inside, I see several black shadows standing beside me. I turn to face them, but nothing's there. Back facing the mirror, they become one and move directly behind me. Once they're no longer visible, I gaze deep into my soul. My dark brown pupils appear black. The longer I stare, the more I see this blue hue. It's a lovely shade of extra dark blue, outlining the brown.

However, they didn't. I turned to Nikkie, examining his perfectly smooth skin and beautiful features. “Wait… what if…?” I began, and he folded his arms. “Just don't bring up a selfish thought,” he said, and I crouched in front of us. “These people have been staring at us ever since we came here. What if it's not just us they're staring at?” “And that means?” Elaine probed. “That they're probably staring at Nikkie. Let's face it. Nikkie is so handsome, and they've probably not seen someone as handsome as him before. Their men all come in different colors. Blue, pink, gray, but Nikkie's smooth, and white, and pretty…”

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

Leaning my back against the wall ,I stare back at him. To only find them already staring at me. His eyes taking me in from top to bottom. I dress like this only,black color my favourite. Black jeans, a black shirt and a black leather jacket on top of it. My combat boots an addition to it. His stare stays a little longer on my deep neck and his eyes darken. Was it lust or anger,I don't know. The latter was better anyways. Before I could speak ,he was already coming towards me. His jaw hardening as he holds my stare.

Doing things that are going to hurt. Walking out, I see the man who’s been staring at me all this time. A gaze I didn’t even feel, cutting across to me from a table by the wall. Fat guy, losing hair, hunched behind his laptop. Angled so he can see straight over. Straight at me. He has a murky look in his eyes—the way he watches me move. I peel the skin off his scalp and watch the blood run into his eyes. Scarlet stripes. He doesn’t know why he’s blinking so hard as I pass. I catch myself smiling.