Billie Eyelash Novels & Stories

Soheila said as she put her hands on her soft cheeks. “Why would it be here though?” Luna asked, “Did something happened to the Firebird?” “It's a girl.” Soheila all of a sudden talked. “How did you know?” Zachary asked. His handsome face was looking at Soheila with a confused look. “I saw her long eyelashes,” Soheila answered. That's right, in a book, the female one had long eyelashes in a size of 40 inches since a Gigantic Firebird is a huge base on its name. A male one's color is darker, and the eyelashes would be 20 inches only.

she said. I looked at her, surprised etched across my face. “I will be organising a charity gala soon. Your company can join, that would restore your name and the faith people once had in you.” I laughed softly. “That’s a really kind offer, Miss Sasha, but as it stands, I think I’m the one who needs charity more” I hated how pathetic I sounded, but it was the bitter truth. “Oh… I understand, but that’s not a problem,” she said gently.

A light silver is swept across my eyelids accompanied by a grey to give me a light smokey eye. My lashes are thick and dark and my eyeliner is very minimal as well. The final touch is the pink lipstick on my lips. "You are smiling all the way to your eyes, my lady," Betina said, holding a mischievous smile on her face. "Is it really me?" Pointing my finger at the mirror I asked Sarah to confirm that I wasn't hallucinating. "Yes. It's really you." Sarah gave me the response while grinning ear to ear. "Now tell me how it is?" Meera asked me.

a young lady greeted him. "Saatchi?" he asked. "Oh, I'm not Saatchi," she said. Billie is embarrassed. "Yes, I am Saatchi!" she told him. She pulled a prank on him. "You got me there!" Billie said. He gave her a quick welcome hug. "Do I look different?" she asked. "You look great!" he answered. "I know. I lost my baby fats and my skin cleared up finally!" she said. "Looks good on you," he said.

he said before he walked off. I played with my fingers while waiting for him. He soon appeared carrying a nylon of food as he walked towards me. " Kola!" A voice squealed. A girl appeared and started walking towards us. She was wearing an extra skimpy blue flay gown with sneakers. Her make up caked her face and I was double sure if she washed it away; Billie Elish was definitely going to be more beautiful than her. Don't get it twisted. I love Billie Elish, her songs are total vibes but you have to agree with me. She's ugly.

Adrian said and Billie brought back her gaze to him and nodded Immediatly he left, Ashley said "Awww.." "What's that for?" Billie asked furrowing her brows "Didn't you see that look?" Ashley asked "What look?" Billie asked "The look he gave you..what's wrong with you by the way" Ashley said "What do you mean by what's wrong with me..he always gives me that look. What's so special about it now?" Billie said "I pray your eyes open..and you accept what your heart feels. Y'all can't hide again..'cause it's getting visible everyday." Ashley said and Billie narrowed her eyes

He answered. The girl nodded and walked back behind the tastles to fetch a glass of water for Kyle. Once Faye had finished putting the acrylic nails on Grace's fingers, she moved onto her eyelashes. Grace went to lie down on the masseuse bed so that Faye could do her eyelashes. Sticking each lash on individually it took over an hour, but between them they chatted throughout. When she opened her eyes, they were pouring with water, it took a while before they stopped watering, once they did she sat up and the three of them went behind the tasles to the hair salon section of the store.

I should appreciate his growth. "Come in," I say, and Chelsea enters like a small tornado of energy. Her excitement feeds my own as we begin to doll me up. We decide on an elegant low bun, and we leave a few curled pieces out to frame my face. When we move to make-up, I tell her to stick to browns and blacks. I like a very natural smokey cat-eye. I don't particularly like bright colors against my brown eyes. When she is done with my eyeliner and eyeshadow, I curl my lashes. We finish the look with a bright red lip that matches my new red high heels.

She's HumyLash, the lady that created bell pepper dip and flour rolls, that alone is enough to earn her thousands, not to talk about the other recipes she invented. He sits down and waits for Lash to appear. Angela brings two porcelain cups, a transparent glass jug filled with what looks like cherry juice, and some flour puffs with two forks and a bottle of toothpicks. Soon enough, lash appears in an ochre A-line gown, an apricot veil complimenting the look and finally a grease colored Gucci flat shoe. From where she stands about five feet away from him, he can make out her cologne; Noir tease, beautiful.

“Close your eyes,” Ashley tells Pam. She is expertly putting make up on Pam. “Don’t be so impatient if you want to look good,” Ashley says. She glances my way. “Kindly hand me the brush, Betsy.” I pick up the thick brush from the table and gives it to her. “Thanks!” she says. “Pass me the sponge as well.” “For how long are you planning to stay here?” I ask as I pass the sponge to her.