A Beauty With Multiple Masks の小説・ストーリー

Jessie leaned her hip against the sink in the women's restroom, arms folded tightly under her chest. She stared at the screen of her phone, waiting impatiently for Beauty to answer her video call. When the screen lit up, Beauty was sitting cross-legged on her bed, a mint green facial mask covering her face. Her hair was pulled back in a sloppy bun. "Hey Jess! What's up?" Beauty said with a smile. "Oh, you finally picked up," Jessie said, exhaling sharply.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

Regina advised. “Beauty of any kind is at the eyes that look at it; there are many counterfeit faces in this modern age: plastic faces, surgical faces, cream faces and pancake faces. Nature endows one with supernatural beauty. The fact is that whatever way beauty is made, artificial or supernatural, it is still beauty at the eyes that look at it. If my husband accepts my abject character which you found out, you have no right to stop me from putting on anything,” Vivian emphatically declared.

Hereafter she came straight up closing her eyes shut, mentioning to give them back, shooting them open giving a death stare at Venus. Venus skipped her way around the bed, putting the headphones on the nightstand, smiling back at Crystal. A dry smile back rolling her eyes walking up to the couch jumping over it sitting next to Lavender putting one elbow on the edge of the couch and the other up to her head, tired and annoyed. Venus went up to Crystal putting up her hair in a tight bun, doing the same thing herself. “Great, let’s pick our mask and start.” She harmonized her voice grabbing the basket walking over to show us the mask showing us the basket will all types of potion masks Witch’s

He never would have agreed to participate in this if Amelia hadn’t insisted it would be “so much fun!” The front doors of the room swing open, revealing a beautiful woman standing there, her nearly naked body painted gold like some kind of beautiful statue. She wears very little and is instead draped with flowers and vines, her face masked in an elaborate gold-and-green mask, her head topped by a pair of antlers.

She didn't look threatening at all. She sized me up from head to toe, her expression full of suspicion. "Are you a player?" I nodded sincerely. "Do you want bridal makeup? I've handled many weddings before. I can make you look truly beautiful." "Beautiful?" A trace of mockery flickered through her eyes. "That word has nothing to do with me." She pulled off her mask. Long, jagged gashes split open on both sides of her mouth, nearly reaching all the way to her ears.

So now she stood, curls snaking around her face and onto her shoulders—her eyes unrecognisable after the skilled attention of the makeup artist. "Uno o l’altro," the beautician had explained as she’d scrutinized her face, and Brianna had understood—she could play up either her eyes or her mouth, but not both. The eyes had it! Slate-grey eyeshadow and lashings of eyeliner and mascara brought out every last glimmer of blue in her eyes; soft blush accentuated her cheekbones; and her lips were full but teasingly neutral. As for the dress, black had never been less safe. A million hand-sewn black glass beads covered every inch of fabric, and the deep empress line showed off her bosom—and from the

I pushed Blakely far from my mind, burying the bond beneath layers of cool indifference despite how my instincts screamed. Her head turned, eyes of swirling emerald locking on my own. The mask taking up the top portion of her face was made from an iridescent material that curved above her high cheekbones, trailing up to her full brows in gentle whorls. Within her eyes was the subtle expectation that I too would melt into the crowd of suitors pawing for a dance with the illustrious Goddess of Beauty. I curled my lips upward and continued on my way. Two minutes and thirteen seconds it had taken the Goddess of Beauty to part her sea of fans. I watched her glide across the floor from the corner

All three of them slipped on carnival like face masks, the very colorful ones with even more colorful feathers at the end. “What is going on?” I ask, this time looking from person to person. “Want to find out?” Abed asks from behind the mask, he blinked at me through the eye hole, I stared at him, even with the mask, he was as beautiful as they came. I swallow, and nod. Abed stretched out his hand, in it was another mask, staring at it for a second longer, I take it, turning it over in my hands, I notice it is not the disposable type, and it had the word SUNFLOWER engraved on it.

Watching his steps ,He moved bit by bit . He is sure he is close to where the couches are placed .As he took another step,his forehead hit a wall ...He fell down and lost consciousness. Her eyes are blue ....,her nose pointed ,small lips that form a love shape. Her hair is blonde and it fell on her shoulder .She is putting on a yellow headband ,Gold chain and gold earrings. Her nose is pierced and she have a small tattoo on her arm . She is putting on red baggy trouser and yellow crop top.