Ashes To Beauty Encounter Novels & Stories

ash : shutup honey how can you show my room to him me : what do you mean by it if I don't show your room should I let him to stay in my room ash : what the hell honey me : don't blame me your face is showing all answers ash : enough honey me : ok ok say did he accepted your proposal ash : yeah he accepted my proposal me : wow let's party hansika : what's going on here me : our ash is not single anymore hansika : really me : yeah niha : so now I have two sister in laws

My jewelry caught the light when I moved, and my makeup was subtle but there, enhancing the sharpness of my cheekbones and the fullness of my lips. If I was going to be an outsider in this little cowboy fantasy, I was going to do it looking damn good. Ashley, however, wasted no time making her presence known. She beelined straight for me, and for a second, I thought she was just coming to greet us. Maybe she was excited to see us. Maybe we were about to have some warm, sisterly bonding moment where we hugged and laughed and acted like we didn’t just meet a few days ago— And then she snatched the bottle of moonshine right out of Colton’s hands.

Not that they’d busted out the real food or even something remotely palatable, but she’d been so hungry she had fallen on the jello and pudding like it was manna from heaven. Ash had gone out to meet Gabe, Jace, Mia, Bethany and even Brittany and he was bringing them all in to visit with her. She was extremely self-conscious about the fact she looked terrible. But she was so anxious to have company she didn’t care. All the makeup in the world wouldn’t hide her face, but hopefully the bruising would heal quickly. Already some had faded from the purple, almost black, to green and yellow. She didn’t even want to know what the rest of her body looked like. She’d made it a point not to look when

"I love the way she changed your regular straight hair to a deep wavy style. Did you also get some facials done? You look really cute." "Yeaahhh, I actually do like my new hairstyle. And I am quite cute on a normal day." I replied tiredly. One was supposed to feel new and better after a beauty treatment, but in my case I felt really exhausted. After I had gotten my hair and nails done, Hilda had insisted I just made use of the opportunity and get some lash extensions. After that, she convinced me that they had a mini spa where I could get a professional massage and facials done. Not wanting to miss out on anything while I had the opportunity, I followed them into an inner chamber where I got

"Plus, I have checked that they are VIP members of this beauty salon called 'Enchanted Beauty'! After Miss Follen came back, they had two treatments at this beauty salon at the same time. The appointments were both in the afternoon. They always had the appointment one after another but when I asked about it, the beautician said that they were only responsible for the beauty treatment, and wouldn't immediately ask the customer to leave after the treatment. It was also normal if the customers reached early and waited for their turn because if they were late and the salon was full, it was most likely that the appointment cannot be completed on the day. It would have to be rescheduled or postpon

“How’s it going?” “Good, thanks.” Ashley seemed to relax only slightly. “How are you?” “Good.” Cadence stared at her for a moment, trying to think of something interesting to say. Ashley had very pretty, large eyes. Her blonde hair looked styled, like she’d actually blown it dry after her shower, and her makeup was beautifully applied, unlike Cadence’s, which she’d just slapped on so it looked like she’d put in at least a small amount of effort. Ashley was wearing a red top that matched her signature lipstick nicely. None of these things seemed to be a topic one might bring up while meeting with an acquaintance over lunch. Finally, something came to her. “How was your workout?”

“What are we doing here?” asks Pam as we usher her inside. “To drink beer,” says Ashley mockingly. “What else are we be doing inside a hair salon? Of course we’re here to give you a makeover for your revenge.” “I don’t want a revenge,” says Pam. “Well that’s too bad because we want it.” Ashley grabs her on the arm, almost dragging her inside. I quietly follow them. Pam gives up resisting and goes in. We all take our seats and soon enough, a gay hairstylist approaches us. Ashley and I both turn to look at Pam. She rolls her eyes at us and finally obliges.

CASSANDRA As my assistant walked toward me, my mind ached with a million questions. What were the results? Was this dire? Were we going to be able to save Asher after all? Becky pushed her round glasses up the bridge of her nose. She was a beautiful girl- petite with short dark red hair and a pale, angular face full of freckles- and under normal circumstances, she had a pleasant demeanor. But tonight, her russet eyes were underscored by dark circles. She looked visibly worn out. Her lab coat had been hastily pulled on over her night clothes. I felt bad that she’d been awoken at this late of an hour.

“I’m not sure about this Ashley, do I look good?” Tasha said staring at Ashley from the mirror. “You’re really beautiful” Ashley said coming to stand behind her. “What about me?” Juliette said coming out of the closet. “You’re beautiful” Ashley said smiling brightly. “How are you so confident in your looks Ashley?” Tasha said nervously. “Beauty is not only about the outfit, it’s also your confidence that your outfit is the best in the room, I believe that” Ashley said, Tasha and Juliette nodded their heads in understanding.

My phone starts ringing in my pocket, but I ignore the fucker and focus my attention again on Ashley. She stops puking and cleans her mouth with the back of her hand before walking towards the sink and washing her mouth and hand. I open the cabinet next to the sink and pull out a new toothbrush still in its packet and offer it to her. Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles softly. Opening the package and I pass her toothpaste. She puts some on her toothbrush and starts brushing her teeth. Her face is blushed, and her makeup is melting all down her face. She looks at her face in the mirror, and I can see the horror in her eyes. I offered her a towel,, and she washed her face clearing it from the