Under The Skin Book Novels & Stories

I took the surprisingly heavy book, admiring the leather cover and gold embossing. I started reading and it was quite different from what I usually read but engaging, nevertheless. Like the title had suggested, it was quite a 'rash' book. Something one without someone to warm their bed would enjoy. I cleared my throat and continued reading in my clearest voice. "He too had bared the front part of his body and she felt his naked flesh against her as he came into her. For a moment he was still inside her, turgid there and quivering." I grimaced.

Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human." I desperately need to find the missing 30 pages. Damn!! Those 30 pages could have everything about the Heil!!!! *

The feeling was akin to a slight buzzing on the surface of the skin. Successful implementation would require stealth and a lot of finesse. It was time for Chloe to play a more active role. 781 words

Viktoria’s POV I scanned the books, and I wanted to be careful with them as they didn’t look fake old. They were really old. As I pulled one off the shelf and I felt the texture of the cover, I dropped it on the floor! A shiver ran down my spine as I looked at the book. The cover was made out of skin, not leather! It wasn’t human, and it wasn’t an animal. I couldn’t place what kind it was, but it was definitely skin! I carefully picked it up and shivered as I put it back. I would have to be more careful and was lucky that the book didn’t tear or get damaged. No longer able to slip my finger over the backs of the books for fear I might touch something else I didn’t want to know about, I tried

“Elise.” In the next moments, I suffered his attention as he focused on my body—I meant, on my skin. I meant my exposed skin. I felt so sensitive and conscious of him… of his closeness. Of his breathing. So, yes, he had seen my titties but there was no malice on his end. He babysat me because my injuries happened under his roof, inside his bedroom—right under his nose—and also because he was as protective of me as like any other big brother. But as the pad of his finger touched me so carefully, I couldn’t help closing my eyes. Why was it ticklish every time his skin brushed against mine? Like there’s a weak electrical current between his fingers and my skin? I tried to control my breathing,

The dullness of it her skin felt itchy yet her scratching doesn't do any help, rubbing it doesn't do anything either, and washing it for a long time can’t get rid of the pain she feels. Nonetheless, looking at it, there was no trace of blood from Nonoy, but traces of blood and redness from her long and intense rubbing. She couldn't decide regardless of whether she wanted to get rid of the feeling that there was a trace of blood or the trauma and disturbance she felt that night. She’s staring too long that she feels lightheaded. She doesn't know if it’s because of the hot water mist, a lot of things happening this day, or something else.

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss? "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now? "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about my b

Snuggling under the duvet, Alice let her thoughts drift until she fell asleep. The faint creak of the door opening and soft footsteps stirred the silence. Zade entered, dressed in a loose black shirt and sweatpants. A stick of unlit weed rested between his lips. He stared at her small figure on the bed, wearing one of his shirts. The duvet was pushed aside, exposing her bare legs. Even in the faint light, he noted every detail of her form. Her hands were clenched, pressed against her chest, and her hair was scattered over her face. Zade moved to the window, his face dark with thought. He never made mistakes, and he hoped this wasn’t his first.

Levi’s POV I turned sharply to the back of the hall, trying to put a face to the voice that had just objected to my wedding ceremony. Scanning the room, my eyes locked on a particular target. Monica. Of course. I had a feeling she would make an appearance. Dramatic as always, she was dressed in a skin-tight black floor length number, with an accompanying black shawl draped over her head.

As the sound of our footsteps echoed in the empty space, an unsettling feeling crept up my spine. "I heard you're pregnant." A familiar voice rang out, laced with mockery and disdain. I stopped and turned to face Daisy, who stood in the shadows with her arms crossed. A smirk played on her lips, and her eyes gleamed with malicious excitement. "Looks like I underestimated you, Eleanor." She walked toward me slowly. "But do you know why you haven't had children these past five years?" My fingers clenched, an ominous feeling settling in my heart. Daisy chuckled softly. "Because I didn't want you to have one."