Under The Skin Novels & Stories

I want to go back to the time where I can see his eyes and I can able to touch his skin. He withdrew from the hug. My eyes went through from his back and my eyes widened when I saw Cristine! Wait! Am I seeing right? Ronald is right! Cristine is here! But wait...she's wearing a corporate attire. She looks like a city girl now. She's more beautiful...sexy and hot. Her red hair is still the same. Wavy on the tips and shiny red. Her skin still fair that almost pale and her lips are red as ever.

I fіgurе іt must be hеr trаdеmаrk. Her ѕkіn is раlе and ѕісklу. Her hаіr іѕ jеt blасk. It’ѕ literally mіdnіght blасk. Shе’ѕ bone thin so lеаthеrу аnd tіnу.

Underneath her makeup, the skin of her right cheekbone was dark and slightly discolored, but no one would notice, not until they wiped off the layers of foundation she had on. Not that they were ever going to look. Not that anyone cared enough to see her being consumed from the inside. She let out a breath and began taking off the dress.

I fіgurе іt must be hеr trаdеmаrk. Her ѕkіn is раlе and ѕісklу. Her hаіr іѕ jеt blасk. It’ѕ literally mіdnіght blасk. Shе’ѕ bone-thin so lеаthеrу аnd tіnу.

As soon as they entered, a sexy woman walked up to them, greeting them kindly, "Welcome, these are all the latest styles of our store." She too had only underwear on and she had a very nice figure. Unfortunately, Felix didn't have the time to appreciate it. Like Esme, he looked around the store with his mouth agape. What was sold in the store weren't clothes at all, but skin! Human skin! There were even some with hair still attached. There were all kinds of skin there, fair skin, dark skin. "These… These are clothes?" Felix was going insane. What on earth was the Black Soul Scout trying to do? It was just shock after shock from each floor!

I shiver trying to stay very still as it works its way up my arms to my shoulder and all over my body. "Shit," I laugh when it reaches my lower abdomen. The laughter dies in my throat when my skin begins to lift as if worms were slithering under it. I fight the urge to scratch as my pores start to open up. I fall back raising my hands, panicking at how well I can see my skin opening up for my wolf's fur to sprout. I close my eyes hoping it'll stop, but when I open my eyes it gets so much worse.

There was a cooling sensation wherever their skin touched. Lucas opened his eyes and looked down at his mate. Her breasts were small and perky, her nipples rosy bursts of colour on her porcelain skin. Her stomach was flat, almost concave, and there was a smattering of small scars which his eyes seemed to graze over. Her thighs were long alabaster columns, joining to form round, womanly hips. Thank goodness her underwear was still on. She was so small, so fragile looking, Lucas was scared he would break her.

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.

she heard a distant voice inside her head calling her, but she couldn't respond. The wolf made one last move, bitting her skin so strongly that she felt unconscious on the floor.

That's some guts! "You know..." She was still talking when she noticed the spotlight fall on a tall, cool ivory-skinned, handsome hunk with a light auburn hair packed in a neat high bun who was standing on the well decorated podium which was 4 feet higher than the floor where Jessica and every other guest of the party was and immediately, Katherine could tell he was the Lycan King even though he wasn't dressed like royalty at all as he wore denim jeans and a black T-shirt which seemed to be missing a few buttons at the top.