Bedak Make Over Mga Nobela at Kwento

I just want something that lasts long since I still have an aura after the Christmas Party. After doing my brows, I put pinkish eyeshadow on my lids so that it has color somehow. I covered it with shimmer shadow to make it more pretentious. I took Too Face Better Than Sex Mascara in case there is a drama that will happen later, I will be safe. For blush, I used Nars Cosmetics Blush in Orgasm to look like a barbie! I didn’t put contour but I will apply highlighter! I’ll blind them! I used my fighting highlighter which is Ofra Cosmetics x Nikkitutorials Highlighting Trio. I used the shade Glow goals and placed it on the high temples of my face. For lipstick, I used a long-lasting one from Jefr

Nikki posed the million dollar question, smiling almost evilly as she draped a towel over the mirror in front of me, covering up my only frame of reference. "I'm scared for my life," I laughed, "but I do trust you." "Correct answer," she smiled. "Ok ladies, let's get this started!" We were sat in the back room of a beauty parlour which apparently did everything - from haircuts, to piercings and even tattoos. Becca seemed to be a regular here, as she knew everyone like they were family. I had no idea what she had planned for my little makeover, but I couldn't deny my pure excitement to find out.

It took me almost ten minutes trying to disguise the bald patch this morning. I quickly change into pyjamas, grateful for the relief of getting out of my clothes. There's something so relieving about taking off your clothes and swapping them for comfort. I walk over to my mirror and take a makeup wipe to get rid of the little I wear. I mainly use it to cover up the occasional cuts and bruise. Trevor doesn't aim for my face usually as he knows I'll have a hard time covering it up . . . Sometimes he's accidentally catch me or I'd fall to the floor, hurting my face.

******** She hissed again as she saw herself in the mirror, she bent to place her makeup disguise kits in front of the mirror when she saw herself more clearly. She chuckled at the sight of head, so bald. She picked up one of her kits also, this wasn’t meant for her alone but for the guys to also change their looks most times. There was another small bag with her, not for make up kits tho but for other disguise materials like their artificial beards, masks and the tinted face tan.

Atarah Klyte I bent slightly forward, adjusting the mask that covered my face. God, please... let him not recognize me. The thought alone made my chest tighten. If he saw me like this, if he somehow realized who I was... my life could spiral out of control. I swallowed hard before forcing myself to speak. "I'm leaving now," I said, picking up the tray of used supplies I had just finished with. I dipped my head slightly in a polite nod.

, they protested. At home I went through my makeup collection and drew out my ride or die palette, one that I had created back in Austria and used to death. I would do a brown eye with a shimmery lid and I would try to make my skin look glowy and radiant. A nude lip or a red lip? Red would be too much, wouldn't it? While I applied bronzer, Michael texted me I should bring some sleepover stuff along, just in case. My heart skipped a beat at that message.

Under the light, it shimmered just enough to make me feel like a queen. I looked nice in the mirror, almost unrecognizable. My eyes had a soft wash of warm bronze eyeshadow that melted perfectly into my skin, giving them a gentle, golden glow. A thin line of eyeliner and a light touch of mascara made my lashes stand out. My lips were coated with a peachy nude gloss that added a natural shine. The foundation was light and smooth, letting my skin’s warmth glow through. Overall, the makeup looked simple, natural, and completely flawless.

Emily laughed. “I’m so sorry!” I was a little appalled. “Don’t be! If I do good, I am hoping you will make me your go to when you need a fancy look so it will get used up. Besides, even if you don’t, I will give you the makeup. I use fresh products each time and if you become a repeat, I will put your name on it and save it. It won’t go to waste.”

Ecstatic moans leaving her mouth. It was his curse, he loved too easily and deeply. He would give his everything to the wrong person and watch it break over and over again till he lost count. "No, stop, No..." he pressed both his hands against his ears, attempting to shield them from the memories invading his sanity. He pressed harder, screaming as though the ongoing clip constantly playing within him would stop. "No stop, please, stop please make it stop" he pleaded. "Babe, come on, join us" Becky stretched her hand calling for him grinning in the most nefarious way he ever imagined. Was she even a demon or was she the devil herself? Her smile tearing into him as she pulled her tongue out t

Unfazed, she reached for her makeup, the routine serving as a form of armor against the weariness etched on her face. The soft strokes of foundation, concealer, and mascara became a delicate dance, each application a step towards presenting a composed exterior. Ava's makeup today was more than usual, a subtle attempt to mask the traces of fatigue and emotional turmoil. She skillfully transformed the canvas of her face, the mirror reflecting a version of herself that belied the inner turmoil.