Under The Skin Book Novels & Stories

Underneath the black satin, my skin was a map of secrets. I could feel them even without looking—the faint lines on my thighs where I had pressed my own fingernails in too deep during the lonely nights. The bruises and burns on my skin from the electric shocks. The small, round pale spots on the small of my back and the back of my arms where the doctor’s lightning had burned the life out of my skin. I felt a sudden urge to hide, to curl up and pull the blankets over my head so he wouldn't see the wreckage.

Then I stood in front of the desk and crossed my arms over my chest because otherwise I didn't really know what to do with it. Jilin didn't let that push her. She wrote the whole line in full before putting the pen to one side and leaning back in her executive chair. Our boss was a woman in her late thirties. A few strands of silver had crept into her black hair and gave her something dignified. Her eyes spoke of Asian descent, but the color of her skin was somewhere between a latte macchiato and a black coffee. And even though she had been tied to this desk for years after her leg was torn off by a spuma on an operation, she still had the sharp eyes of a huntress.

Her friends made comments like, “You’re a world traveler.” “You’ve seen so many things.” “I look up to you. You’re such a gypsy!” Friends. She made “friends” everywhere she went. It wasn’t hard really. Kat was the kind of woman that stole the attention in any room. To be honest, her beauty was more natural than most. Her slightly unkempt brown hair hung to the small of her back, it fell in beachy waves. She came from an Egyptian background so her skin was olive without even needing to see the sun. Her mother blessed her with clear skin and crystal blue eyes. But, like her father. It was her smile that really stole the show. It was such a shame she rarely smiled anymore.

And the ending is getting close and closer, he started supporting his body weight with his elbows and placing them on the bed, our chest landing on each other at the time and I hugged him so he will be with me to the end of the time. My inner pussy skin is getting pulled in and out by his dick, it gets harder causing me to scream but in a good way; my pussy is getting rosy due to his dick hit, and his balls also hit my ass, causing every inch of my pussy skin to change colors. “Ah, yes” As his dick movement is getting rougher and rougher, I moaned and pulled him even closer to me; I squeezed his body with my legs and locked him right away. “Philip yes, harder! I’m getting close”

She muttered incomprehensible words as she laid back on her bed, leaving the computer to run. ******************** Hey, wassup guys, hope you're enjoying D.S.M.O . So far we still don't know why there is a bullet in the wall. Even I don't know, or wait... Do I? Well find out more in my next chapter. Don't to vote for me and comment. Please is it to early for me to ask for a new cover photo, cos I'm out of ideas right now ... Please help me out with this. I'll really appreciate it BYE..

That was why I managed to get pregnant. Nathan's answer seemed to have satisfied Gina. She lifted her chin and eyed my corpse victoriously. I watched as Nathan cut my body up and soaked the various parts in formaldehyde. Once he was finally done, he slumped onto the couch in exhaustion. Gina handed him a warm towel before climbing onto his lap playfully and looking at him. "Why do you have such dark undereye circles, Nate? Is Charlotte still upset? Why don't I call her up and explain things to her?"

I breathe shakily behind the hand I placed over my own mouth while my heart slams against my chest. I'll never understand why these elites don't leave me alone. I've done nothing but try to stay out of their way, even at school. But regardless of how much effort I put into being invisible, I can never hide from them. Maybe it's the fact that I'm the only person in the werewolf world who was born under the infamous Black Moon and got to live, or maybe it's my red hair that makes me stand out wherever I go. Nevertheless, these elites—the sons and daughters of the leaders of our pack—follow me and insist on reminding me about my pitiful existence every day, and today is yet another one of those

she purred shedding off her shirt, the pale fabric clinging to her body like a second skin. Her sticky fingers danced over her shoulders, leaving glistening streaks of cum on them. Her lips curled into a playful smile, "It seems you're not done watching me yet," she teased, Her sticky finger danced across his face, her tongue followed the trail left by her fingers, lapping at his skin with need, "You're going to get hard again," "Amora..." "What?" She snapped softly encircling her arms around his neck, "Lick me, just like I did to you. I want to feel your tongue on my skin, I want to scream your name," she whispered,

My fingers ached from flipping too many pages and my eyes were tired from staring too hard. I was just about to give up and throw another book across the table when something caught my eye. It was a picture. I paused, slowly flipping the page back. There, in the corner of an old dusty book, was a drawing of a few strange-looking leaves. I leaned in closer. I didn’t recognize them, but the text under it mentioned something about skin regeneration… and scars. My heart skipped a beat. “Could it be?” I whispered.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secret awaits Chapter 25 beneath Emily's POV: Saturday afternoons like this were rare—quiet, unhurried, indulgent. I was curled up in the center of my bed, legs tucked beneath a fleece blanket, the soft hum of my air conditioner barely audible beneath the sound of dialogue playing from my laptop screen. My favorite series was midway through its new season, and I was already two episodes deep, with no plans of stopping anytime soon.