Anon Blush Blush Novels & Stories

Angela peered at her reflection in the vanity mirror. She had dyed her hair a stylish sun-bleached blonde. It was curled like ocean waves. Her pale look was a sharp contrast to her usual dark look. She picked up a hairbrush and gingerly brushed her hair. She picked up a mascara and flicked her long false lashes. She had spent a day at the beauty spa. She picked up a deep red lipstick and applied it to her lips. She smacked her lips, they slowly curved into a wide smile as she stared in vain admiration at her reflection in the mirror. She adjusted her lingerie, showing an insane amount of cleavage. It was a lace see-through material, with flowery patterns covering her private areas.

To brighten would make the spot seem larger and to darken would make it smaller, so I dab some under my eyes and on my cheekbones, and I stand back again. I think it did something. If anything, it made my under-eyes less dark and look more awake, so I'm going to take this as a success. Finding the blush somewhat intimidating with its deep pink color, I dab some of the lipstick on my cheeks instead and blend it with my finger. I let my hair down and run my fingers through it, feeling my heart beating faster from excitement to put on the dress. I can't wait for James to see me.

He fits in so easily, like this is something we’ve done a hundred times before. “What about you?” Osiris asks, his voice low as he leans closer to me. “What’s your flavor?” I glance at him, trying to ignore the way my heart skips a beat at his nearness. “Oh, I’m boring. Vanilla, usually.” He raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Vanilla, huh? I wouldn’t have pegged you for the boring type.” I roll my eyes, laughing softly. “It’s classic. You can’t go wrong with it.”

They complete the look without making me feel like I’m trying too hard. Deciding to make a little more effort, I swipe on some mascara and eyeliner—just enough to make my eyes pop without going overboard. A dab of blush brightens my cheeks, and even though I hate lipstick, Alison bought me a nudey-pink lip stain. I swipe a little on and check the mirror. Not bad, Zahra. I brush through my now-dry hair, smoothing it down and tucking it over one shoulder. I leave it loose, which feels right with the dress. Simple and natural.

I nodded and smiled at her. “Thank you for always standing up for me” and Keisha smiled. “Common, take a look at my masterpiece, trust me you'll be a walking temptation tonight, you won't even remember that bitch” I laughed and stood up to look at the makeup. I was totally in awe of how light and fragile it made my face look. The blush made my green jade eyes stand out. “What the hell did you use, I look so glassy and I feel like I'm going to break if I touch my face” I said and Keisha chuckled.

Aella did a bit more of a dramatic make-up look than I’m used to. My eyeshadow was a little bolder with dark brown eyeshadow and silver glitter on my lid. My lips were a dark brown nude color, and my cheeks were rosy pink with blush. Aella also added a more dramatic eyelash to my lashes as well. As I stare in the mirror I couldn’t help but feel… sexy? beautiful? Hot?

Nevertheless, Melody and the girls have been adamant about coordinating things in advance for when Hudson gave consent to move forward. Mauve, according to Melody, is the newest blush. The color scheme of mauve, gold, and ecru is a unique interpretation of a blush-centric palette that has already graced numerous rustic and romantic gatherings since the delicate hues would be appropriate for an evening celebration. Therefore, the right combination of flowers was significant to match the tables and other décors. “I thought that you knew about her,” Joanna quickly looked in the direction of the females and said awkwardly. “Don’t mind her. She’s not important.”

Still, Anya thought, she was quite alluring, if too intimidating and rough edged to be conventionally attractive. She blushed at the thought that she was growing, still changing, as she applied rogue to her cheeks with a kabuki brush – ever so lightly as she had seen Liliya do a hundred times at the morning breakfast table. Anya reached for the eyelash curler, which looked almost like a smelted silver weapon, and wondered if makeup was yet another form of Liliya’s many many layers of armor. Lashes curled, she smoked her lashes with mascara after darkening her eyes with fine lines of kohl, then finally spritzed on a Parisian perfume that smelled of vanilla bean, pumpkin, magnolia blossoms, a

“My sweet Ana. Open your eyes now. “Elsa said with excitement in her voice. “Oh lord!” Ana exclaimed watching her reflection in the mirror. She looked different with the light make up. Her forest green eyes were defined with liner and her lips were tinted with peach shade matching her grown as per her suggestion. She doesn’t like dark shades of lipsticks. More precisely she doesn’t like any form of makeup but who was she to say no to her demanding bestie. Yet she considered her suggestion and went lenient on her face.

he muttered close to her ear, causing goosebumps on her skin. “I can’t decide if I should style it or just leave it down,” she said examining her face, trying to ignore the sparks, and then decided to apply a blusher on her face just for a final touch-up. “You need to stop making that pout,” he murmured again nudging his nose into the crook of her neck, “it’s making me crazy.” “Shut up,” Aniya giggled, “I don’t think it’s just this pout making you crazy.”