Blissful Brows Novels & Stories

Bryan's POV. She sat on her office chair with her eyes closed, and she rested her head backwards, her hair fell behind her back revealing her neckline, her eyebrows were so full, and her eyelashes we resting on her lid, it was so flawless to her nose bridge, and her heart shape lips was consumed by the cherry lip gloss she was wearing. “Stress,” she muttered, making her lips spread open a little, and I swallowed hard seeing such a beautiful sight, ‘how will it feel to have this beautiful face wake up beside me every day' I thought.

I still have 40 minutes to prepare and it’s enough for me to finished everything. I began putting the new BB Cream I bought. I love the coverage and the finish of this product. It’s dewy that can give you Korean glowing skin without any tackiness and the most important is it’s lightweight. I set it with a face powder and sprayed a face mist all over my face just to melt the dryness of the powder. Right after spraying the mist, I do my brows next. I am using a brow soft that will give a bushy brow effect. This style is trendy nowadays because it looks natural and it can volumize your brow hairs.

The skillfully applied make-up now finally revealed her features—no longer muted but defined, and enhanced. Alva's pine green eyes seemed clearer, set, and luminous. With artistically arched brows and their sockets softly deepened, the lashes richly lush. And her mouth—yet again a surge sent my hormones kicking in powerfully—her mouth was tender and inviting as a blooming vanilla.

I really should get make up of my own but I almost never use it, mostly because it makes my face itch but also because I'm too lazy most of the time. I dab on some foundation- much too little, in hopes to reduce the itching. Powder up my face with Stella's fluffy powder brush, then I opt for a nude, almost unnoticeable eye shadow. Then, with the eye liner, I gradually stroke a line from one corner of my eye to the other and repeat the process for the other side. I groom my brows and fill them with an eyebrow pencil then apply a coat of mascara on my lashes. And for the final touch, I apply a lip balm before coating it with a brown shade of lipstick, I'm surprised Stella even has this, she mo

The wand danced delicately across my lashes, coating them in jet-black color and adding length and volume with each stroke. As I blinked, my lashes flirted with the world, a subtle invitation to gaze into the depths of my soul. With a satisfied sigh, I stepped back and admired the masterpiece before me. Bougie makeup had bestowed upon me a radiant glow, enhancing my natural beauty and unveiling the allure that resided within. As I gazed at my reflection, the brushstrokes and meticulous details had woven together to create a masterpiece that mirrored my true essence. Bougie makeup had become my medium, and with it, I painted a portrait of self-assurance and unapologetic beauty.

So now she stood, curls snaking around her face and onto her shoulders—her eyes unrecognisable after the skilled attention of the makeup artist. "Uno o l’altro," the beautician had explained as she’d scrutinized her face, and Brianna had understood—she could play up either her eyes or her mouth, but not both. The eyes had it! Slate-grey eyeshadow and lashings of eyeliner and mascara brought out every last glimmer of blue in her eyes; soft blush accentuated her cheekbones; and her lips were full but teasingly neutral. As for the dress, black had never been less safe. A million hand-sewn black glass beads covered every inch of fabric, and the deep empress line showed off her bosom—and from the

He nuzzles my hair playfully as he always does and pecks me. *** *** 3 PM I dip my mascara brush into the small bottle, pull it out, and flick, padding my eyelashes with the thick black substance. I blink nonstop and turn both sides of my face to be sure it’s perfectly drawn. My brows are carved and also neatly done, my red full lips are shiny from my magic gloss, and my dress… It’s the kind a pervy man should never behold on a woman. It’s a strapless, short black satin dress, the bra-pads palm my breasts so well that they push up the soft molds, baring my flawless milk skin. It has a long slit that barely stops below my pant line.

Her hands moved with an effortless grace, as if she were a virtuoso conducting a symphony, expertly maneuvering her brushes and a vibrant array of palettes filled with hues that danced in the light. “Could you work your magic to reshape my eyes and add a luminous glow to my cheekbones?” I implored, my heart racing with eagerness. “And if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I would love to learn the art of elegantly arching my eyebrows. I wouldn’t mind investing a little extra for that priceless training today!” My enthusiasm bubbled over, a mix of excitement and a desire to embrace the transformation that awaited.

Her blonde hair bounced on her shoulders as her tall heels clanked on the floor. The woman removed her sunglasses, making sure to flaunt her acrylic nails, and ran her fingers through her hair, exposing her full face. Her makeup was flawless, and when she flashed that perfect smile, exposing her pearly white teeth in a nice alignment as a result of extensive use of braces, she gave people the illusion of a goddess. Audible gasps filled the room, and fangirls started their deafening fawning screams. Who else if not the famous actress, Melisa Brown!

My bedroom is abuzz with the preparation for the most anticipated event of my life. As the ornate drapes are drawn back, revealing a breathtaking view of the lush lawn and garden, I recline on a chaise longue, my porcelain complexion unblemished and untouched by the anxious lines that’s ruining my usually composed features. My gaze bears a haunted expression as I stare into the distance, the past events of yesterday still fresh in my memory. At my side, the renowned makeup artist, Mrs. O'Hara, meticulously brushes a subtle blush of rose across my high cheekbones. Her hands move with grace, a testament to her years of experience working with the elite.