The Skin Fic Novels & Stories

In the restroom, Fia washed her hands with increasing force. She rubbed both her hands until they turned red and the skin peeled off. "Heh..."

The heat of him crept through my sleeve, and his scent- warm, clean, like cedar and soap and something I couldn't name- pulled me into a spiral. "You sure," he murmured, "you don't like this?" My breath caught. I didn't look at him- I couldn't. My scarf shielded most of my face, but I knew my eyes had already betrayed me. Wide. Glued to the desk. Frozen. He shifted just a little closer, and I could feel the heat of his mouth behind the fabric that guarded my disfigurement. "Maybe..." he said, his voice lower now, almost velvet, almost wicked, "maybe you like the way I make you nervous."

Her uniform clung damply to her skin, the humidity pressing in like a second layer. Bed four drew her attention again. The girl is no older than ten. She lay curled beneath crisp sheets, her skin flushed and fevered. The burns were odd. No blistering. No trauma. Just heat. Like fire lived inside her. Isla frowned, scanning the chart. “Her temperature is climbing again. No signs of infection. No external source.” “She doesn’t burn like humans do.” The voice came from behind her. Low, gravelled, and far too close. Isla spun around, instinct flaring. The man in the doorway was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark eyes that shimmered gold in the emergency lighting. Not metaphorically. Literally.

It was a stark contrast to her usual cold nature. Today, Felicity seemed to be exuding warmth. Chelsey could not help but compliment, "Fel, you look good today." "Really?" Felicity raised an eyebrow. "Yes, compared to yesterday, it's as if you've applied ten sheets of masks. Your skin is so fair and glowy." Chelsey continued, "Fel, what skincare products do you use? The results are impressive. Recommend them to me, please. "My skin has been extremely dry lately. There's even some peeling."