The Light Skin Stare Novels & Stories

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.

“You’re growling, Bree. What is the secret?” “The normal skincare we both use.” “I don’t think so. This you, is stunning.” Iris flipped her bleach gray hair backward, her brown eyes looking at Bree over from her head downward before blowing her a kiss in admiration. “Anyway, are people these days this shameless? These people almost made me fall from their looks.” “You don’t know why?” “Why were they staring at me like that?” “You really don’t? Have you checked the news this morning?” “I haven’t. What?”

He did not rush to wake her up, just sat quietly watching. So pretty. Her skin was so white that it glowed, and her long black hair fell on the white sheets. His girl is both beautiful and attractive, there are also too many people who want to take her away. Dinh Quan reached out his hand to touch her face, his eyes lingered. Tinh Ngoc also did not sleep very deeply, so soon she woke up. She opened her blurry eyes, then saw a pair of hot, focused eyes staring back at her.

I ask him my own question that's been bothering my mind. Killian stares at me, for the first time today, his eyes stare at me from my head to my toe. He doesn't even try to be subtle as he stares at my body. I shift my weight from one foot to another at his brooding stares. I've never felt this way before because a guy is staring at me. Well my boss is just not any other guy. He's Killian Black. An arrogant Billionaire who always gets what he wants. His stares make me conscious of myself and he's not looking away. I stare down at my blue crop top and black boyfriend jeans and white sneakers. My hair is in a ponytail, with little strands at the sides of my face.

He must have realized that I was perplexed because he continued by saying, "Just trust me, okay? Look carefully." I stared at him intently, looking for any telltale signs that he was being dishonest. I was taken aback when I saw how much his eyes resembled the constellations in the sky. They gave off a spooky light, almost like the embers that would be burning in a fireplace on a chilly evening during the winter. In point of fact, they brought to mind a couple of smoldering coals. Then I came to the realization that the rest of his skin was the same way. The very tips of his nose and his ears were illuminated by the starry glow that emanated from within his body.

The lighter skin one has his hair blocking his face but you can tell he is horribly shy, because he would not even look at me while the other keeps staring at me with a face that makes me know he can not be shy. Yet, they look irresistible, like two little puppies that made you steal them to your house because the cashier at the pet store was wasting your time to let them go home with you. And lastly. The pale skinned one. He looks like he had just stepped out from a world that had never seen the sun, with white hair and silver eyes that looked like they stared deeply into my soul. He looked otherworldly. He looked beautiful. Did I die and reincarnate, maybe?

We walked into the girl's ward to see her on her bed staring into space. She flinched In shock noticing a presence In the room, I rolled my eyes in disgust getting irritated by her behaviour. I know I'm supposed to be nice or show empathy but 'ugh' I just hate woman with pale white skin, I prefer ladies with a darker skin like Whitney. Pale white skinned women look like they would snap if they are touched. "Stay still missy, so I can get this thing over with" I said within gritted teeth but instead she moved back in fear.

She shook her head and smiled, but as she gazed at the flickering lights hovering in the sky, it bled from her face. She raised her hand and pointed. "When did the stars begin to fall?" There was dead silence all around, and then the wine bottle Storm was holding, fell from his hand as he stood. His face was a mask of horror as he stared up at the lights in the sky. "Storm. . .!" Goose pimples erupted on Germaine's skin as she stared at Storm then swung her gaze to Keratin. He was also staring at the lights in the sky that were getting alarmingly close. "Storm, Keratin, what's wrong?"

an unknown male voice said. With a clap of what sounded like thunder, the lights blazed back on. I blinked against the harsh glare. Three strangers stood in the room, superior smiles pulled on beautiful mouths. Two men and one woman. Each as breathtaking as the next. The men were tall, towering beasts. Each with long dark hair that seemed to drift in a breeze I couldn't feel, their eyes were what set them apart. One was so dark as to be black, the other his opposite. So pale a blue as to be pure ice. Their faces were strikingly similar with strong noses, quirked lips, and high chiseled cheekbones.

In the clothing store, Nina is accompanying Sunny to choose clothes. "Nina, do you think it's good for me to wear this?" Sunny picks up a black skirt and play it on her body to Nina. Nina shakes his head. Sunny's skin is smooth and healthy wheat color, wearing black skirt is wasted. Nina goes to pick up a white one-piece from the hanger and hands it to Sunny, "Sunny, try this one." Sunny hesitates a little, "My skin is not white enough, will I look black wearing this?"