Alexa Bliss No Makeup Novels & Stories

’ It shimmered, obnoxiously. She barely wore makeup, and when she did, Alex usually wouldn’t let her do it herself. This sloppy attempt was supposed to be a peace offering for Rina, for being late. She just hoped it said ‘I care’ and not ‘I cried and wiped my face on glitter.’ Niya bit her lip as the cab swerved again, this time her brush slipped, dumping too much onto one cheek. “Holy mothe—” She heaved a deep sigh. Perfect. Now she looked like a disco ball.

“Make a wish and blow it away.” Alexander braced his hands on either side of me, placing palms flat on the counter behind. He closed his eyes, then blew the eyelash off my finger. His warm breath fanned out across my arm, drawing goosebumps to the top. But I chose to be resilient, and turned back to the mirror. “You can go now.” Alexander opened his eyes and stared at my reflection in disbelief. “You really want me to go?” He bent his gorgeous head to my shoulder and inhaled languidly.

“It’s expensive.” Frowning darkly, Britney said sharply, “Yes, it rather is. It’s too expensive and too beautiful for someone as plain as you. I mean, you’re vertically challenged. Look at you. The skirt is sweeping all over the floor. Your skin tone is rather dull. Your makeup is just too boring. And your hair, dear Lord. May I use this phrase?” She looked straight into Alex’s eyes. “Your hair is positively medieval.” Alex felt like she had just been slapped on the face. She had never been so humiliated in all her life.

A brown Lululemon crossbody bag was slung across my chest, offering a practical yet stylish touch to my ensemble I applied a light coat of mascara, a hint of blush, and finished with a swipe of Summer Fridays’ Pink Sugar lip gloss. The minimal makeup enhanced my features without overshadowing them. As I took one final look, a sense of satisfaction washed over me—I felt like myself, and that was enough.

[SIGH] Chelsea’s POV “Are you ready to see how you look?” Kyle asked in excitement. “I guess?” I am not sure what would I feel once I’ve seen myself in the mirror. I am all set with the glam and hair, dressed and all set. “Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you so” He guided me somewhere while my eyes were closed and later, he stopped. “Okay… open your eyes slowly” I did as he said and for real… I was speechless. The way I look, it’s majestic. My hair is softly waved which I like because it’s very simple and wasn’t overdone. Even my makeup! It looks very natural and light.

She looked up at him-eyes fierce, unwavering. "I'm not a martyr, Xavier. I'm a woman who's finally done being rewritten by men with better PR." Silence fell. Then Xavier exhaled. And nodded. "Okay. Then we do it on our terms." --- Later that night, in the private dressing room of a discreet Parisian studio, Bella stood in front of the mirror. No makeup team. No stylist. Just her. Dark navy blouse. High collar. No jewelry. Elegant. Simple. Unapologetic.

Alex said, looking up at the lady. The makeup artist scoffed and said. "Oh, please. You look so perfect and flawless. You're a perfect size. You are just fishing for my compliment." She told her, smiling. Alex laughed and she furrowed her brows. "Yeah, right!" She nodded. "I guess that was what I was gunning for." Alex smiled up at her and said. “Thank you so much!" She was just really so happy. She looked at her mother; Marilyn, Cara, and Dee through the mirror and she smiled.

"Newsflash! During the 7:00 pm livestream, beauty experts will personally try and compare Revita Serum, PureDew Mask, and Complexion Elixir! The evaluation is guaranteed to be fair and unbiased!" "This keeps getting more and more interesting!" At Summit Beauty, Anna was clad in a fitted skirt. She walked into Roxy's office, her expression tense and uneasy. "Ms. Sloan, the buzz about Martha switching sides is huge. For her very first livestream, she's endorsing the Complexion Elixir. The livestream will undoubtedly draw a huge audience. To be honest, I'm a little worried…" Roxy glanced at Anna and said in a low, steady voice, "And what exactly are you worried about?"

Was that a requirement or just a choice? Presentable. I looked presentable. Zee helped me pack my hair into a tight bun, it was a two-person job. They weren't allowed makeup, I knew that itself was a must, but it didn't even occur to me why they would, they were agents wouldn't it just be a huge waste of time? Nevertheless, they were both naturally beautiful, I would be lying if it didn't make me a little jealous. I was just plain, plain Alexis. Nothing absolutely nothing special. It didn't stop Veronica lathering me with butt tons of makeup, her excuse was that she could never practice on anyone, Zee always refused and I was her first test subject. After numerous arguments she took it off,

She looks stunning. “You look good too. No makeup?” “No makeup, you know how much I don't like it” “What do you mean you don't like it, since when?” Her eyes questioning me with raised brow, “You love wearing makeup more than me and you have the most beautiful makeup products collections. No wonder you didn't notice I took some of them.” I blinked repeatedly, Aurelia likes make up? I never thought of that. “Makeup makes me feel more confident about myself and I'll do anything that gives me little happiness’, those were your words. Plus you use them to cover the dark undereye you got from sleepless nights worrying about your mate.”