Bliss Nails Wayne Novels & Stories

Even as his body acted as the working table for their various cosmetics, they seemed to avoid any acknowledgement of his trapped prick. The champagne and pot buzz was undeniable as Beth held up the pink fingernail polish that matched Pam's lipstick, and placed it on the towel, just past the rounded bulge of Ron's swollen dickhead, saying, "Okay, let's get your nails done, then we'll go work on our hair."

So the floor it is — a half-eaten tub of ice cream sweating onto the rug — our legs crossed, knees touching, close enough that I can feel Mel’s warmth and Sky’s restless energy vibrating beside me. Outside, the night presses its face against the windows — dark, patient, mildly judgmental— as if it’s still waiting for one of us to screw up. And somewhere out there, three bodyguards lurk in strategic shadows, pretending they’re part of the landscaping. Inside, though? Inside is bliss. Warm. Soft. Safe. The nail lady has just packed up, leaving behind the faint smell of acetone and triumph. Our nails glow with perfect peachy French tips — wedding-ready, trauma-approved.

To be honest, I didn’t really know anything about deco, but since Jade was so into it, I listened to her and watched as her eyes gleamed with excitement. “Well, Luna, it’s now time to do your makeup,” Jade said when we were done. I glanced at my nails, and I loved them. This was the first time I was doing my nails… it was a bit uncomfortable at first, but once I got used to it, it was easy to use my fingers. They weren’t that long like Jade’s, but they were neat and beautiful. I had gone for a nude colour with some glitter on top. Something simple for someone who wasn’t used to things like this…

Every officer in the city and county would be on duty, either on school grounds or in the county and the state police had some officers on loan that were assisting as well. Thursday, as soon as the bell rang, we all piled into Bethany’s Land Rover and headed to the nail salon for some pampering in way of manis and pedis. I chose the same mint green of my dress for my toes and they painted little white daisies and other little beads on them. For my regular nails, I went with French tips but instead of the standard white, I chose the same mint green for the tips. It felt great to just lay there in the chair while I was pampered, as it was something I had never experienced before.

Ava grins at my gesture and pulls out a chair for herself too. "What would you like to drink babe?" I drawl at Blaze and she gives me a look that says —'are you nuts?' Probably I just need an escape plan else I bask in the claws of Raleigh. "You are his girlfriend?" Raleigh asks Blaze and I squeeze her hands underneath the table, wordlessly begging her to play along. I sigh when Blaze pulls off her charming smile. "Hi I'm Bliss. . Bliss Carnap and you are?" "She is Raleigh, Raleigh Lockwood. . my highschool mate" I offer.

“Well, I’m off to more of a start than you are, at least. Let’s see… You’ve only got 5 points so far? Pathetic.” “Hey, hey…” Brandon leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the break table. “What’s the phrase? Slow and steady wins the race? Besides, I’m saving up for the Xbox.” He glanced at Lily. “At least I’m not immediately using them on nail salon vouchers.” Lily giggled and admired her new nails—acrylics with a little pink and white cat design on them. “You guys can keep your time off and video games. Getting my nails done is like a mini vacation for me.”

Then the first strip came off, I screamed. Monica cackled. “Oh, this is fantastic.” Cherry handed me a stress ball. “Focus on Greece. Focus on Greece.” By the time it was over, I felt like a polished seal. Smooth, traumatized, and slightly proud. We moved to the nail section, and I sank into the massage chair while the technician examined my hands. “No,” Monica said immediately. “No neutral beige. She needs Greece nails.” “What are Greece nails?” I asked. Cherry held up a palette. “Ocean blue. Maybe a touch of gold.”

she said with stretched hands towards Wayne. Wayne twisted his face with uncertainty and confusion when he stared at a vial that contained black liquid. The matron noticed the change and quickly explained. “Ah! This is rawberry. Ancient but works like magic. It helps in boosting the body and making sure you feel stronger. But it's dangerous if overdosed.” “Oh," Wayne muttered. "You want me to speed up my recovery?” “Just a tiny solution to your problem. You can reject it if you don't want it."

Her dark brown eyes were kind, Layla was mesmerized by them. Layla smiled, "I would like that too, very much so." Zoya happily clapped her hands together in approval. Layla noticed that the tips of her fingers, including her fingernails, were stained in a deep burnt orange. Against her gorgeous soft brown skin, the stain stood out. Along her fingers were intricate designs that looked like ivy weaving over her hands. Layla had never seen anything like it before. It was gorgeous.

Anne booked her to do my hair the day of the ball before we left and she squealed with excitement. Next we went to the nail salon where we all got manicures and pedicures. Because the adults shift into their wolves often they didn't get anything special done, just manicures and their nails painted, but the young Beta girl that was about my age got gel tips, so I figured I would try them too. I got my nails colored in dark green with silver Christmas designs to match my dress, and everyone else got colors and designs to match their dresses too. I loved my nails, but I loved Alana's clear nails with plaid red, green white and silver going through them. When Anne went to pay for our nails the w