He flushed, the colour dark against his pale skin. 'I mean. Tessa Gray, will you do me the honour of becoming my… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Alopecia areata, he thought, running a hand over his smooth scalp. His pale skin looked sickly in the light of the fluorescent… — Ron Ripley Copy Share Image
“As he walked, he knew the bathroom instantly because of the reflective tile floor. Hers would be the last door again. As… — Arden Aoide Copy Share Image
“Amy pulls away and looks into my face. Her pale skin is blotchy red, her eyes are veined and shadowed, and a… — Beth Revis Copy Share Image
Every time I have to try on a wig for work, I get excited about the colour; I've often thought about going… — Lily Cole Copy Share Image
There is this really old school stereotypical notion in Australia that to be Aboriginal you have to be black: anything but white… — Shari Sebbens Copy Share Image
“Lorth spoke a word and came into focus, though he had learned from experience that his features, the ghost-pale skin of a… — F.T. McKinstry Copy Share Image
Her flawless pale skin was also spangled with gemstones. I don't know how they'd been attached, but they clung to her and… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“Sebastian's eyes were the color of smoke and silver. His pale skin, raven hair, and naturally dark red lips, paired with a… — Kelly Keaton Copy Share Image
“Having depression is no more out of your control than Sagan’s intolerance to milk, or Utah’s pale skin, or Honor’s bad vision.… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Girls in Victorian London were employed in all manner of menial positions- domestic servants, fruit sellers, flower girls- and Eliza's depiction of… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Ariel looked at her then, instead of the sky, instead of the horizon that surely beckoned to him. “Out of a thousand… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“I echoed his groan as I pushing into him, fast and hard, knowing now that we were both burning, burning, my nipples… — Amelia C. Gormley Copy Share Image
“The photograph showed a young couple smiling at the camera. The man didn't look much older than seventeen or eighteen, with light-coloured… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
“We are staring at each other, forgetting about the harsh reality and I can feel my heart reacting. He touches my cheek… — Joanna Mazurkiewicz Copy Share Image
Radar revs the engine as to say hustle, and we are running through the parking lot, Ben's robe flowing in the wind… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Hello?” I ask. No one is there. Not a word. Not a whisper. Not a single sound resonating from the other side… — Keira D. Skye Copy Share Image
“It was a girl. She was tall but not gawky, clad in new “first day of the semester” jeans, a white blouse… — Alex Diaz-Granados Copy Share Image
“Your place is with me,” Jem said. “It always will be.” “What do you mean?” He flushed, the color dark against his… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Burning in your love This is a modern fairytale Days go pass by in the shadow of memories Fragile lips still remember… — Asmaalkhair Copy Share Image
“What's coming out of the stereo is like a genre unto itself, a charming, fucked-up fairy tale that immediately breaks my heart… — Shauna Cross Copy Share Image
“As she left the wagons far behind, she felt more alone than she ever had in her life. Moonlight bathed the flats.… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“The independent but parallel evolution of pale skin in the two halves of the Eurasian continent came about because each was exposed… — Nicholas Wade Copy Share Image
“She stood in the snow, effervescent, all pale skin and blonde hair, clad in white and bathed in moonlight. She should have… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
A cold sharp razor touching soft pale skin I break it. Pooling blood Like a volcano slowly erupting. The pale smooth skin… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I've found her, she is how the story tells. Black hair, pale skin, perfect body. And her eyes, oh, her eyes! She… — Chiara Cilli Copy Share Image
“I wasn’t expecting this.” His eyes raked over Aidan again, taking it all in. Dressed in jeans and a navy V-neck sweater,… — Layla Reyne Copy Share Image
“After I put my phone on vibrate and set it on my nightstand, I check on Savannah. She’s sitting in the tubful… — Kelley R. Martin Copy Share Image
“I realize that this is not, like, boyish. I realize that properly speaking guys should only think about sex and the acquisition… — John Green Copy Share Image
“The princess stood in the center of the cabin, her brilliant red robes and the rubies at her throat and her bloodred… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
