Under The Skin Novels & Stories

“I know what’s best for you.” I let out a bitter laugh that held no humor. “Do you really? Then look at me, Mom. Look at me.” With shaking hands, I tugged at the collar of my shirt, pulling it down and baring my chest. The fabric gave way, revealing the truth I’d hidden for weeks. My skin, once whole, was rotting in patches. A sickly gray and black spread like a disease across my flesh, reeking faintly of decay. I’d covered it with makeup, with creams, lying to myself that it wasn’t real. But now there was no hiding it.

The appearance of the "Seraphina-Skin" was the ultimate "Mod" of the human heart. Silas stood paralyzed, his gold-veined wolf form withdrawing into a state of terminal vulnerability. He looked at the woman who had faked her death thirty years ago and then sacrificed her solar-resonance for him, only to see her now as a "Premium Restoration." She was beautiful, her skin a flawless ivory shot through with veins of mercury-silver, but she had no scent. She was a "Hollow Asset," a high-definition lie designed to bridge the gap between Silas’s grief and the Collector’s market.

The stockings went past her knees and down her calves, until he finally pulled them off her feet and tossed them onto the carpet. Her legs were exposed to the warm light. The skin on the inner thighs was fairer and thinner than elsewhere, with faint blue veins visible beneath the skin. His palm rested on the inner thigh, and the warmth of his hand spread across her skin. The goosebumps faded halfway under his touch, and the remaining ones disappeared as his fingers moved over her skin. Her skin went back from rough to smooth.

No cameras. No scripts. Just skin, steam, and the quiet certainty that desire—when shared freely—could feel like warm water on bare skin.

Winston POV The warm amber glow of L'Anonyme wrapped around me like a second skin. I was sitting casually with the familiar faces of the club's floor hosts, my back against the dark marble counter, the leather of my mask a comforting weight against my skin. The thunderstorm outside had faded to a gentle drizzle, and the club hummed with that particular energy that only existed in spaces where the powerful came to shed their power.

I asked why; I'd never met anyone whose skin fell like his and stayed that way. Reed revealed that he had a condition and began to explain it to me. "It's called Cutaneous Thermal Regulation Dissonance." I blinked. “That sound made up.” “It’s not,” he said, totally straight-faced. “CTR-D. I promise. Look it up.” I tried not to laugh. “Cutaneous Thermal… wait. So your skin just… stays cool all the time?” “Yup,” he said, like it was no big deal. “Even after, well…” He smirked at me, making my cheeks flush, but I was intrigued.

Revenge would come in waves, for sure! She took out a black bikini that she had intentionally kept in a special place. The thin straps on her shoulders and the ones encircling her back made it look quite alluring. The slightly shiny black fabric didn't completely cover her chest. She let her flat stomach be visible without any covering. The triangle-shaped piece that covered her intimate area was also thin, attached by thin strings. She covered her exposed thighs with a long piece of cloth. She let her hair down, slightly wavy. And don't forget, she applied a little makeup to tease Samuel.

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started to change as I stepped forward. A sudden adrenaline rush to my head as my walk became haste. An unknown force was pulling me to the direction. Finally to a door. A simple door with a red crossed sign on the side. My manners let me unconsciously knock on the door. When there was no response, I looked at Oasis but I found none at my side. I guess she is shadow protecting me. And if she is not here to stop me means probably because it is okay to go in. my hands shaked as I slowly turned the door knob, I pushed the door, A sense of feelings, so strong yet unrecognizable emotion hit me. the smell of antiseptics and iodine was lingering in my olfaction pores. I don’t see anyone but a pers

It felt as if I was ravenous, my body eating Itself to stay alive. I got out of bed, walking towards the window. My eyes burning, I closed and opened them rapidly, adjusting to the light. The sun looked like it had just risen. I put my hand out towards the light, shocked by what I saw. My skin turned a brownish amber that was Shiny and slick to the touch. How best to describe It, I did not know? It was like my skin was glass, but not see through. Like I looked rock hard, yet soft to the touch. I looked shiny, not sparkly, but bright nonetheless. Like the sun hitting stained glass. It didn't hurt, but It was definitely obvious that I... was different. 'What is going on?!' I did not understand