Blissful Brows Novels & Stories

Nyla's eyes narrowed as she stopped halfway with her hair straightener, her gaze piercing mine in the mirror. She slipped into a green sleeveless blazer, the vibrant color accentuating her radiant complexion. The fitted white pants hugged her curves, showcasing her effortless elegance. Her features, bare of makeup, glowed with a natural warmth. The gentle light danced across her skin, highlighting the subtle contours of her face. As she moved, her eyes sparkled, their brightness seeming to intensify with each passing year.

The floor length hem brushes the tops of my bare feet as I take a deep breath, steadying myself. My hair is already done, I did a waterfall braid adding some of the wildflowers at the ceremony into the braid. The rest I leave in long black curls cascading down my back like ink spilling over silk. I’ve left it mostly natural, soft, the way Jensen always says he loves it. I lean closer to the mirror, dabbing the last bit of gloss to my lips and checking my makeup one final time, subtle earth tones, a gentle shimmer on my eyelids, a touch of blush on my cheeks. I still look like me, just... a little more luminous. I step back and take myself in fully. For a moment, I barely recognize the woman

Bridget had done something to my hair and the right side fell in perfect curls down to my shoulders while the top half of the left side was held back from my face with a beautiful flower hair pin that matched my jewelry. Gold eyeshadow and brown eyeliner made my hazel green eyes pop and she'd gone for a soft pink lipstick for me,as opposed to her bright red one. Our outfits also complimented each other and I was certain she'd done that on purpose. It was almost the same dress but hers was a lush ivory with a pleated bottom half. Every other thing was more or less the same. “You've outdone yourself Bree," I said, laughing in spite of myself. “Thank you. I love it." I couldn't keep denying tha

With red lipstick making my full lips look even fuller, and with some rare eyeliner technique Brianna said was gotten from Japan, my green eyes pop even more. I look like a Billionaire. She helps me stand in a tight but beautiful pantsuit that makes my curves pop, giving just enough cleavage to look both sophisticated and sexy. The moment Brianna wasn't looking I slipped my knife into the pocket. Just because I look like a billionaire’s bride doesn't mean I've forgotten who I am. “You might be my finest work yet.” Brianna says, delighted, “Only the best for the future Mrs Sinclair. Congrats by the way!”

"We alter the geometry. Heavy kohl, deep contours, matte lips. We change the brow line. Even a close associate will have to look twice to recognize the bone structure." Early afternoon, I sat in the high-backed chair they set up by the glass wall, letting them go to work. For the next three hours, it felt like being put together piece by piece. They pulled my dark hair back into an intricate, tight braid that coiled at the nape of my neck, weaving thin strands of gold thread through the dark curls. Elena’s fingers were steady as she applied the heavy, smoky kohl around my eyes, elongating the shape until I looked completely foreign to myself in the mirror.

Her mother believed it like a little girl believes a good fairy tale. Wren smiled sadly as her hand dropped once again to her side. Sighing for the millionth time she walked over and started brushing her soft auburn locks. She decided to do a simple braid at the nap of her neck. Finishing the braid she started applying her make up. A little blush, a little eye shadow and mascara; she then applied her lipstick and finished with a little powder.

I blurted out. Abree paused what she was doing as her eyes shot sparks as flush crept up her face. "Shut up Lorraine." she said, her tone soft and collected. I smile and playfully roll my eyes. "A thank you would be appreciated." I teased and took Abree's mascara and applied the black liquid on my lashes. I wanted to do my cat wing, but I'm not as skilled as Abree so I just applied a bit of concealer, blush and red lip gloss.

Big hazel eyes seemed to look down on Bliss as if she were nothing but a dietary supplement. Bliss nodded coldly at the other woman and walked into the house through the french doors. She glanced back once in time to see the woman wrap her arms around Chal's neck. She hurried up the stairs and slipped into the door of her room. With a growl of thwarted need and frustration, she kicked the corner of the wrought iron frame that surrounded the big mirror by the closet door. The mirror over her dressing table revealed the tragic state of her reflection.

| Harley | I run a brush through my long, dark hair and glide my fingers through the curls that cascade down my back, hanging perfectly over my shoulders. I apply a coat of mascara and a thin line of eyeliner to my lower lid and blink a few times, ignoring the anxious flutters that swarm inside my belly. Finishing off my look, I grab my lip-plumping gloss that makes them shine like goddamn diamonds and rub them together, parting with a loud smack. Ugh, I guess I'm ready for this shit.

Naya sat serenely, her eyes closed, as the makeup artist worked magic on her face, transforming her features into a stunning work of art. Meanwhile, Maya stood beside Hazel, expertly applying the final touches to her makeup, her hands moving with precision and care. The atmosphere was electric with excitement, the air thick with anticipation. As the makeup artist finished the final stroke, Maya stepped back, her eyes shining with admiration. "And guess who's the most beautiful bride ever?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with laughter. Hazel's eyes sparkled in agreement, her smile radiant. "You look breathtaking, Naya," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.