Baddie Lips Transparent Background Novels & Stories

“A hat ain’t meant to be a chamber pot, you know. If I was you I’ throw it away. Lippy was so named because his lower lip was about the size of the flap on a saddlebag. He could tuck enough snuff unde it to last a normal person at least a month; in general the lip lived a life of its own, there toward the bottom of his face Even when he was just sitting quietly, studying his cards, the lip waved and wiggled as if it had a breeze blowing across it which in fact it did. Lippy had something wrong with his nose and breathed with his mouth wide open Accustomed as she was to hard doings, it had still taken Lorena a while to get used to the way Lippy slurped when he wa eating, and she had once had

He was tall so he blocked the sunlight in my direction. He sat beside me, giving me a better view of his face. He has amber eyes that fit his pointed long nose and pinkish lips. Its cheeks are also red. Is he lip tint so his cheek is red? Lintek to Verine! Maybe that’s just normal. I noticed its long lashes. Her black hair also looks soft. “Here.” He then promised to present his camera. He showed me his shot. My eyes widened. Hmm… he took a beautiful picture.

Suddenly, a pair of beautiful lips with no lipstick applied flashed through his mind. Those rosy pink lips had a natural appearance, and he felt it was the most suitable color. “Wipe it off,” said Lucas. “Huh?” His words were so sudden that Aria failed to react in time. “I said, wipe off your lipstick.”

It was Shade's and I noticed that her lips were coated in green lipstick, just like her eyes and her name, shades of green. "My Shade." She croaked out before she pressed the phone to her chest and I shook my head. I repeat this girl is going mad. She removed the phone from her chest and slide it to the next picture. "This Tolani's lips can't be natural. It's too beautiful and perfect." Sophia scoffed, her lips twisting up as if in disgust. "Well, that's the only good thing about her." My mouth dropped open. "Haba na. Sophia. How can you say that about someone's child? O wrong now."

I should've used the smudge-proof ones. I looked back at Adrian and smothered a laugh when I saw the state of his lips. I didn't know how I failed to notice this earlier. His lips were swollen as mine but the bits of lipstick he had all over his lips, corners of his mouth and cheeks made him looked like an abused clown.

I take an instinctive step back. “Who painted his lips?” Lady Brook’s voice comes from beside me, thin and sharp. Her hand clutches her throat as if she’s afraid the color might stain her own skin. Her hair, usually pinned with precision, is looser today—stray strands slipping from her braid like an afterthought. The dark circles beneath her eyes are faint but present, and she winces slightly at sudden noises, her jaw tight with restraint. Mala answers, far too calm for my liking. “He did. With blue paint. Smeared it himself.”

She bit her lip hard, her split lip still covered with coagulated red liquids. She did not know what she was doing, nor did she know the reason why, but despite the metallic taste in her mouth, or the fact that she was scared of him, she pushed herself free from the wall, standing an inch away from him, her palm relaxed on his chest. She used her fingers to trace the path of the swollen carve on his chest—her name. ****

Touching my forehead, it swirled down resting on my lips. Gently pressing the lips he utters, Now I realised what was missing. Getting further closer to my lips. With his lips just above mine, his breath splitting my face. He utters. A lip shade. Red will suit you or pink, he dwindled from one to another, holding both of them in either hand in utter confusion. "Red" he finally decided. Putting the lipstick on my lips, he was surely not good at applying it. It was messing all around my lips corners.

It was now my turn to be horrified instead. My once perfect hair now resembled a nest made by a bird with a severe attention deficit issue. One half of my hair wasn’t as disturbed apart from the part that was in contact with the wall when he’d pressed me to it. But the other half- the half in contact with the devil’s fingers had clearly seen better days. It looked like it had survived two world wars and a zombie apocalypse. Then there were my lips. My oh-so-delicious lips, as Adrian liked to call them, now looked as delicious as a pair of rotten cherries by their swollen appearance with smudged lipstick. Drat! I should’ve used the smudge-proof ones.

she ordered me and heaved a sigh as she put dots on my face using a new lipstick pen. Gemma was putting dots on my face when Elenita came. “We’re almost done, Elenita,” She glanced at her, smiling at her arts as she pressed the point of the lipstick on the tip of my nose. She handed me the lipstick. “Don’t worry, Angela. This is hypoallergenic. You can have this. At least this one won’t smear your face every time you sweat or cry.” Her staff came in, folding the clothes and placing them in the paper bag.