Under The Skin Book Novels & Stories

She was a very beautiful and alluring lady, with long hair that rolled down to cover her breast, she was just there on the ground, lying stark naked and breathless, with bruises all over. Bare and breathless, she lay there trembling. With her wide eyes, darting around, she checked and hoped for a saviour, she knew there was nothing she could do for herself anymore, her heartbeat drumming so fast and loud, she could not only feel it in her chest, she could hear it in her ears. And then, her fears caught up with her. The relentless wolves had already closed in on her, they surrounded her. In a swift twist, they turned into humans too! They were three in number, three of them, looking like they

I heard him growling under me, and I smiled against his skin. My skin was burning the more intimate I was getting. The flames inside me were burning me, increasing my desire to sink my teeth in his skin, and then meet the familiar fate. My fingers trembled as I moved down, my lips worshipping his skin, kissing his chest, leaving wet kisses, and bite marks on his burning skin.

We’re horrified of what we don’t know. In the little pot of people with no social class, the lowest of the lowest she was always like a diamond among stones. With her curly and long black hair, the slim figure, that mischievous smile and seductive look in her green eyes, Camila moved her hips here and there, behaving as the mother she was at day but not at night.

It was dark under the bed, but I could see a faint outline of something dark and wrapped in what looked like leather. Praying it wasn't a dead animal or something creepy like that, I stuck my hand into the hold, and pulled out the object. Dust rose, and I sneezed, at the same time scooting back out from under the bed. In the light, I could see that the object was squarish, and the leather binding was worn. I unravelled the binding to reveal an old book with shamanistic markings carved into the cover. Wow.

Chapter 5 The image of Emma Moore after the gala is flawless. The compliments from her colleagues come swiftly. Some look at her with a mix of admiration and respect; others, more timid, try to approach her. Emma smiles, accepts the compliments with a slight blush and calculated humility, fully aware of her role perfectly executed. Inside, she feels a cold satisfaction. Finally, they see her as she wanted: an efficient and trustworthy secretary, someone who has managed to stand out without drawing too much attention.

From under my skin. Words I didn’t understand. But I felt them. You are not broken. I sat up slowly, my hands glowing faint silver. I stared at my palms, the bruises were still there filled with blood and dirt. But something shined under the skin, I wasn't cold anymore, I was burning from within. Something in me had opened. Something I didn’t know I had. I stood up shaking I looked back at the trail I’d crawled. No one followed. They thought I was dead.

Francesco My hands trembled as I placed them on The Black Book. This isn't going to be easy. But I have to do it. I sucked in a sharp breath and flipped open the cover. Deadly Sins. Wild Secrets. Mafia Rules. Do You Dare To Enter? A chill ran down my spine. What the hell does that mean? I swallowed hard and turned the first page. Nothing. A frown creased my forehead. I flipped to the next. Still nothing.

His eyes were glued to me, devoid of guilt toward Elena or the child she was carrying, and stripped of any shame over being exposed in public. I was well aware that he wasn't actually looking at me. He was looking at the power behind me that could put him back on the pedestal he craved. For that, he was willing to give up everything, including his unborn child. At that moment, the cold and selfish nature he hid so well was laid bare. One of his friends walked up to me and looked ashamed. "I'm sorry, Jasmine. We were deceived and said a lot of awful things. We misunderstood you. Don't worry, we won't ever defend Elena again."

My skin tingled, hypersensitive, and when I glanced down, I froze. Thin, faint lines of light ran along the veins in my forearms, glowing softly beneath the skin like molten silver. “What the—” The door hissed open before I could finish the sentence. A woman stepped inside, dressed in a crisp gray uniform. Her hair was tied in a severe knot at the nape of her neck, and a tablet glowed in her hand. She looked at me with polite detachment, like I was a specimen on a slide. “You’re awake,” she said simply.

Two little canines flashed in a silly, sweet grin—adorable as hell. I narrowed my eyes at her and whispered, "What are you doing in there? Get out!" But instead of listening, she only pushed further. Her soft little hand slipped inside. A wave of unbearable tingling shot through me. I curled my toes hard into the floor, every muscle tensed against the deep, bone-tickling itch. I fought to keep my body from giving anything away—there were too many people watching. "Max, what's with this lump here? Let me rub it for you," she said, her face the picture of innocence.