Billie Eyelash Novels & Stories

In the end, I gave up on asking who the mysterious celebrities are and just let Kaila do her magic on my face. My makeup really didn't take a while though because Kaila works really fast. And you can rest assure that her works are still professional looking: perfect brows, defines cheek, pinky lips, and natural smokey eyes look with winged liner and full lashes. So after half an hour, I was already ready.

" I look down at my maxi dress and long sleeve with boots. I burrowed these from Thea's clothes that fit me because she claims they don't work for her anymore. "You think these are old fashion?" "Ask Sam, and he will give you a whole new makeover. If I remember, Lily's Dad is a makeup artist and can cut your hair free." "I can ask Effie about her," another yell from the college boys asking for their beer. "I better go. These little boys want their bottle." Billie laughs, and I smile at my joke, then head to the customers.

Lyla “Good morning guys.”Three eyes landed on me at the same times. Emilio’s eyes widened, as he stood immediately while his brothers still stayed glued to their chairs. “Lyla,” X chuckled. “I cannot say I don't love the new look.”I smirked as I came downstairs. My hair was now a shirt crisp bob, the tips painted with red. It took me all night to achieve the colour and when I finally did, it looked radiant.“What do you think daddy?”Achilles grey eyes met mine. “It's different,” he said, resting backwards on his chair. “Very daring.”

“Ocean blue. Maybe a touch of gold.” They ended up convincing me into a glossy sky-blue mani-pedi with tiny white accents, subtle but stunning. Then came lashes. “Just a natural set,” I told the lash tech. Monica Monica leaned over. “Full volume, please. She’s in denial.” I swatted her, but she dodged. When I was done with lashes, my eyes looked bigger, brighter, soft but beautiful. When I blinked, I felt pretty, almost ethereal. Cherry nudged me.

"It seems way over the top." "No, it's not!" Seira laughed. "Give it a spin." Unable to resist, Olive turned slowly. Her intentionally curly hair cascaded down her back, dancing gracefully with her body. This time, her makeup was a bit more intense than usual, but it was focused on her eyes. She had chosen light grey contact lenses to make her eyes stand out, especially during the upcoming photoshoot, which left her wondering why she felt like a celebrity.

he raised his eyebrow while he is reviewing my resume and checking my portfolio. He has clean cut and have good jawline, mullet cut, with broad shoulders wearing his tuxedo, his eyes were black ebony with a silver watch that ranges $50,000 plus the red lips that deserve multiple kisses. "By the way, you passed the talent determination, I like your works" he complimented me and I feel happy. "I'll be good to you, I promise, this is only once" he is very persuasive in saying those things, my soul shakes like I wanted to give in, but I need to stay away from this dangerous man.

Hillary I watch in the mirror as my eyelashes stand out, long and black, all brushed out. There’s a little blush on my heavy cheekbones—ones I have been accused of getting fillers in—and my plump lips are coated in pink gloss. My eyebrows are brushed out and neat as well. I don’t think I need to do anything more; I look great already. My hair is combed too, falling down my shoulders, all shiny and brown. I’m wearing a pink lounge set with a burgundy hoodie to chase the cold. I look down at my phone, back at the open chat—Bentley’s chat.

She appeared deep in thought and he took the opportunity to study her. She looked so different from Claire. Billie was dressed in a black pantsuit and high heels. Her black hair was in a bun. There was an air of sadness about her that Blake knew stemmed from Claire's death. Sympathy welled up within him. “Hi, Billie.” “You have a lovely home, Echols,” she said, shifting her eyes to Blake. “Thank you.” He clasped his hands behind his back and took a step toward her. “What brings you by?”

After finishing her words, Queenie hopped into her Ferrari and drove off. Brittany squinted her gorgeous eyes and said, “If I’m not mistaken, this Lord Bale of Hydra Group is interested in our Lush Cosmetics.” Alex huffed. “He can dream on.”

“Thank you so much.” The next few hours passed in a blur. Bella took charge of my hair, curling it into soft waves that cascaded down my back, while Lily worked her magic with makeup, enhancing my features with subtle silver eyeshadow and dainty moons and stars painted around my eyes with white eyeliner—so tiny they were barely noticeable unless you were standing close, but made it appear as if my eyes were shimmering from afar.