Annie Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Annie hired a couple of beauticians for the night that would assist the customers in finding the shade that fits them. “Congrats Sis. This is so huge. Now everyone knows me as the sister of the owner of Ann’s Cosmetics.” Claire said proudly as she hugged her sister. “Thanks, baby Sis." She returned Claire's hug. After Claire left, a bunch of teenagers approached Annie. They were six in number and were all beautifully dressed. “Hi.” They greeted shyly. “Oh hi,” Annie smiled. “We want to thank you for inviting us. It's really an honour to be part of something this huge. We love you so much and we truly admire you.” The shortest of all the girls said and Annie recognized them.

But now it had changed. “What did you say?” Anne’s face darkened in an instant. “I...” The makeup artist’s hands shook. Anne smacked her hand away. “Tell me what you just said again.” Anne looked terrible in the eyes of the makeup artist at this moment. “Next—next door is shooting the Dreamcraft makeup photos.” “Who is the endorser?” “I—It is Jean.” With a crash, Anne swept the makeup case off the table, and the cosmetics were scattered all over the floor. She gritted her teeth and her face was twitching. “Impossible. Absolutely impossible!”

Taking a few calming breaths, I couldn’t wait any longer. Walking into the kitchen, I instantly see her looking frustrated with her brows drawn close together whilst cleaning the floor. Staring at her I took a moment to appreciate her beauty, her black hair curly was pulled back in a pony tail sticking up everywhere, her blue eyes glassy with fatigue, but still magnetic, and her lips turned down in a frown. She didn’t even have to try to look perfect or make my heart stop, other girls would spend hours getting ready and threw themselves at me. They were always attracted to power in packs it was hard wired into their DNA, mate with the most powerful. Annalee was different, she didn’t need hou

I never knew I could pull this off so nicely. I was feeling so proud of myself. I got into class. “My gosh Annie, look at you". Malison admired. ”Pretty diva". Gabby chipped in. “Oh please". I pointed at them both. “You guys saw me put this one yesterday, so why are you calling me pretty now?". “We saw you put it on yesterday, but then, you hadn't styled your hair". ”And you weren't putting on sneakers. You look anazing".

6th October 1999 Aanya’s POV: Today I'm decked out in a full pink ensemble: a pink floral crop top paired with loose fitted pants and an ankle length cardigan covered in matching floral prints. It's got a bit of flair and I love it. Yesterday, Anita and I went shopping together. She invited me to tag along wiith her family. It feels amazing to be back with her especially since we haven't seen each other in forever. Our families have always been close: Anita's mom and mine were practically sisters and our brothers were best friends.

But it was quickly replaced by a practiced smile – a dazzling display of perfectly white teeth and unwavering confidence. “Annalise,” she repeated, a knowing glint in her eyes. “The spirited one, isn’t she? All fire and… quirkiness.” The way she said ‘quirkiness’ dripped with a subtle condescension. I bristled inwardly. Annalise’s spirit, her individuality, were the very things that drew me to her. “Annalise is many things,” I countered, my voice firm. “She’s intelligent, kind, and has a laugh that can light up a room.”

I had certainly never thought of myself as anything other than heterosexual but it was undeniable her beautiful firm body was having an effect on me. Anne now stood in front of me in just a T-shirt and the skimpiest of white panties, which against her dark skin looked just glorious. Her legs were long and her arse small and tight. She had a fantastic body. She proceeded to place her discarded clothes in the washing machine then sat down across from me. She was obviously in no rush to get dressed.

“Here. How do I look?” She has her hair in a ponytail and is wearing a yellow halter top with white cuffed shorts. They make her tanned legs look like they go on for days. She’s already, like, five-foot-nine, so with the wedge heels she’s wearing, you know, the ones with the rope around the edges, she’s almost as tall as me. “Damn, girl. Who you fightin’?” I whistle. She’s my best friend, but I’m not blind. Ainsley is a smoke show. No joke, real deal, California dime. When people talk about effortless beauty, Ainsley is who they’re talking about.

Ana usually asked herself. Today, she'd woken up, she saw Alex dressing up like he was going out and all she did was ask where he was headed but then he hit her. She was definitely not happy. Who would be happy living like a punching bag in her own matrimonial home? " I'll go get ready" she thought and left for her room. After coming out of the shower, she dried her hair. Changed into a simple orange gown, brushed her hair and put on light makeup. Ana was a very beautiful young woman in her early twenties. She had dark long hair, ocean blue eyes, a pointed nose and lips as red as rose. She quickly tied her hair up in a lose bun and headed straight for the kitchen.

All she could think of was, she looked like one of them now. "Do you have a store?" When she saw Yvette's confused look, she continued. "I mean you're so good at all things beauty. You picked out this dress for me simply by looking at me and guessing my size, you did this amazing hairstyle and makeup in such short notice. You're truly talented." "Oh, thank you" she said, smiling. Anne wondered if she was shy because she turned away momentarily. "But I actually don't have a store. It'll kill my family if they ever saw me do something so…"