Novel & Cerita You're Under My Skin

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

My skin feels sticky with dried sweat and old adrenaline. I stand up and walk into the bathroom. The water runs hot, turning the small space into a wall of thick steam. I stand under the spray for a long time, letting the heat scrub the tension out of my muscles. When I step out, I wipe the mirror with my palm and stare at my reflection. My skin is pale, but my eyes look different. Sharper. I dress quickly. I choose a heavy, dark purple gown with a high collar that completely hides the unmapped skin of my back.

"Whatever you do, don't run into them. It's better not to see it." I gave a bitter laugh. "Already did." "What? What'd they say?" "Nothing. Just confirmed something for me." "What?" "They deserve each other," I said, watching the Maserati disappear in my rearview mirror. "A self-important bastard and a fake-ass bitch. A match made in hell." Harper was silent for a second. "Sienna, are you sure you're okay?" "I'm great," I said. "Never been clearer." After I hung up, my phone buzzed.

I say at last, “about how you feel… under the skin.” The silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable. It’s thick, charged, as if I’ve just tossed them an invisible rope binding them to me. John leans in first, bracing his hands on either side of my legs, and Demon follows, bringing his chest to my back until I’m caught between them. “You can find out,” John whispers, his voice carrying that low edge that makes my skin prickle.

"You're the reason why I developed my so-called mental illness, Amanda. And this is what I got when those people pinned me down on the floor and beat me up after you sent me there. Is this what you meant when you said they took good care of me?" At the sight of the scar, Amanda looked as if she'd been struck by lightning. Her hand trembled as she reached out to touch the scar, but I flung her hand off. "Don't touch me!" I snarled before adjusting my shirt that had gotten wrinkled from her grip. "And one more thing. The twins are the result of the love my wife and I have for each other. I will never let anything happen to them. If you dare touch any of them, I'll drag you and Ian down to hell

More tears poured from my eyes as I rocked myself “I can’t hear you, you are not real” No matter what, it did not stop my skin from crawling. Please…. It was no use. The darkness had already taken me under.

My bronze skin couldn’t hide the flush that was growing on my face. I let out a muffled sound of complaint before I huffed out an annoyed, “th-that’s because it’s embarrassing!” I sighed out heavily and then shuffled my feet on the ground. “Rem is the one in control, Ken, not me,” I mumbled, avoiding his gaze. I hoped Ken understood what I was trying to suggest. There was no reply from Ken for a moment or two. He seemed to think about my words deeply before, finally, he spoke in an almost quiet tone, “oh… so you’re the submissive one?”

That is my life. My body rebels against me with swift, cutting clarity. My skin hums with the approach of it, with the drive to give in to this one undeniable need. This one undeniable truth. The anticipation is an ache that swells with each beat of my pulse, with each careful moment that brings me closer to the change.

Those fingers inside me. Adrenaline races under my skin. And the heat that’s got nothing to do with the sun casts over my entire body. I feel it rushing over me, under me, boiling over inside my gut, as I bite the corner of my bottom lip. Holy shit. I want everything we’ve ever done together to happen again. Right now. In front of everyone. And not give a damn who watches.

Tbh: you seem cool Tbh: you cute for a dark skin girl Tbh: you would be fine as fuck if you was light skin I reread the last two Tbhs over and over again, I didn't realize I was crying till I saw my tear drops hit my phone screen "cute for a dark skin girl" "you would be cute if you was light skin" those words replayed in my head as if it was a catchy song that I couldn't stop singing.