The Skin Fic Novels & Stories

"It’s a chlorine burn. The chemicals in the pool aggravate my skin. I tape it so the friction from my shoes doesn't make it worse. If you wanted skincare tips, you could have just asked." "Stop lying." The harshness of his voice actually makes me flinch. Finn never raises his voice. He never loses his temper. "I saw it, Wrenley," he continues, stepping directly into my personal space. "It isn't a rash. It’s a burn scar. Three jagged peaks, completely interlocking, surrounded by a thick circle. It’s a brand." The floor tilts beneath my feet. A wave of freezing, absolute terror washes over my skin, neutralizing the heat of the Fade in an instant.

Then, she suddenly reached out to pinch the back of Frank's hand, exclaiming in curiosity, "Why is your skin so tough but so soft to the touch? Strange." Frank chuckled, knowing what she was getting at. "In video game terms, my skin is a passive skill that stops everything on its own without activation." Yancy nodded again. "Then can I take a sample for research?" She flinched as Frank smiled, shaking his head. "No way! Are you really that stingy? You just drank my Dom Perignon too, and it's way more expensive than the more popular crap. Pretty please? Can you do me a solid?"

Seff spoke up, alarmed at the pungent odor, “I apologize for doing this against your will, Lycia but I have to check for myself.” Making me lay down on the sofa he then proceeded to slowly raise the corner of my t-shirt to peek at my skin, where the pain had erupted. “This is-” Mom gasped at whatever she saw on my skin. “What is this? I don’t understand it,” Seff said but all of a sudden he too pulled away and grunted in pain. Clasping onto his stomach he rose up and pulled a part of his t-shirt exactly where the pain had struck me.

[Do you wish to upgrade to Suction skin and Light skin] Nice!! It is possible! [Upgrading] UGHHHH!!! WHAT the hell is this pain?! It never mentioned any pain or anything. grrhhhhhhh... ..... Haaaa.. it finally stopped. [Light skin: Makes the body light and agile for faster movement while increasing hardness by a small amount] [+5 DEF] [Suction skin: Form suction cups on the skin to help stick to the surface of any solid and improve stealth] [Stealth skill level + 1]

The fat man's arrogance escapes his voice and stutters while he asks, "You mean this girl is sick?" "Yeah. She has an inherited or acquired skin condition that occurs when the skin doesn't shed its dead skin cells. This causes dry, dead skin cells to accumulate in patches on the surface of the skin. It's also known as "fish scale disease" because the dead skin accumulates in a similar pattern to a fish's scales," he explains. The man reveals his disgust by harshly getting rid of Amira's wrist. The murmurs soon diminish when they hear what the "doctor" says. Amira even hears one of the nosy women says, "Let's go. We might get her illness."

“The first question is how were you able to keep the bouncing pace at a stretch. I mean, with every bounce you did on that dick, your pussy fully swallowed the dick and you were also following the same beat.” I blushed hard and I laughed out too, trying to curate the right words. “I mean…” “And girl, did I forget to mention how shiny and how moisturised your ass skin was? The ripple effect from the bounces were phenomenal too.” Sharon said and made a clock it sign with her fingers. “Okay so for my soft and bouncy skin, I use olive oil because it gives my skin this thready effect that I love it so much and It also makes my skin glow.”

The cold air of the lab touched my skin as I unraveled the silk bindings that had hidden my identity for so long. Dorian turned briefly to a cabinet and retrieved a thick glass jar. Inside was a viscous silver liquid that seemed almost alive. “What is that?” I asked, uneasy, crossing my arms over my chest. “This is Skin-Alchemist,” Dorian explained, slipping on thin medical gloves. “A high-level synthetic skin. Once applied, the liquid will harden, flatten your chest, and perfectly blend with your natural skin tone and texture. Even the sharpest wolf’s sense of smell won’t detect the difference.”

I knew all too well the complexities of our unconventional relationship and the challenges it presented. Fico raised concerns about my mother's potential disapproval, citing Abebi's contrasting appearance. He drew attention to her skin tone, highlighting the differences between her and our own complexion. His focus then shifted to her hair, emphasizing its dissimilarity to ours. I listened attentively, taking in his observations without judgment. As we strolled towards the golf course within his sprawling compound, Fico's words hung in the air. I couldn't deny the validity of his concerns, understanding the deep-rooted societal expectations that often dictated our choices. However, I remaine

My skin gets easily dry, so I need moisturizer on my face—but not too much. “So are you saying that your ex had a small koko?” She asks. I want to face palm myself so bad, but I didn’t want to ruin what Shani already applied on my face. So I just sigh. “Even though my ex was an Asshole, his koko was huge. Anytime we had sex, he always hit my deep spots. He was a good fuck I swear. But even though he was good at sex, he is a cream boy (a show off).” I explained. She is now applying foundation, using L’Oréal Infallible Fresh Wear. Since my skin is dark, she makes sure the shades are dark as well. She wants my skin to snatch weaves and wigs off.

"Where's the person in charge? Get out here!" Over 30 customers in line turned their attention to the man's face. "Why are you looking at me? Look at my wife!" The dark-faced man glanced into the experience center, then waved his hands toward the surrounding customers. Pointing at his wife on the stretcher, he shouted, "My wife used the New Chesire Group's 'Crystal Elegance Skin' skincare series. She was fine, but look what happened to her. She's now covered in rashes or something, and some of them are even secreting pus!