Blissful Brows Novels & Stories

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CARTER'S POV The church door opened as the music started. I looked at the entrance and was amazed by what I saw. Her makeup looked flawless and elegant accentuating her beauty. Her eyes are lined with black eyeliners and her long lashes kiss each other as she blinked them. Her lips are painted with soft pink gloss, adding a touch of feminity to her look. The subtle highlight in her cheekbones made her face glow under the rays of the sun.

his words feel like there is a magic cast beneath it because right now, I am hypnotized with his words. Lord Damon offered me the pricey Jockstrap and without a second thought, I accept it. "Very good," satisfaction and happiness are audible in his voice as he beamed a smile at me. My peach-colored Moschino long sleeves are the first ones I removed. Lust glittered in his eyes as soon as I undress in front of him. Lord Damon then squeezed his crotch using his left hand as he started to bit his lips. His eyes particularly run through my face and into my nipples. Lord Damon's gaze never breaks in looking my nipples, he followed it after I stood up from his table.

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.

Chapter 45 Author. “3, 2, 1 and now open your eyes” The beautician spoke enthusiastically near her ear. Slowly Ana lifted her lashes up and stared at the mirror. The first thing she noticed was her hair. It was neatly tied in a beautiful bun. She looked further and thankfully she didn’t over do anything. She did a light make up with mascara and painted her lips with lip gloss of light shade in red. She looked beautiful.

The slit ran high, dangerously high, exposing my thigh with every step, and the way the dress held my waist and hugged my ass, let's just say, he wouldn't survive the night. I dropped it on the bed and got to working on my makeup. I went for a sultry smoky eye, deep browns blended with wine red, lashes long enough to cause whiplash. A sharp wing cut through the air like a warning, and my brows framed everything with that dont mess with me arch. My skin glowing. I used just enough highlighter to make my cheekbones pop and my collarbone gleam like I'd been kissed by light. My lips were the final weapon, glossy, plump, coated in a deep nude with a cherry tint that looked one lick away from trou

Just the three of us in the quiet room — Mara's hands sure and practiced moving through my hair, Talia working carefully on my face with the small pots and brushes Brinla had sent alongside the dress. Talia brushed warm tones across my eyelids first — amber and soft gold that made the green and gold in my hazel eyes deepen and clarify. A flush of rose at my cheeks, delicate and natural, like color that had simply decided to be there. A defined lip, deeper than my natural shade, warm and certain. When she finished she held a small bronze mirror in front of me as Mara set the headpiece into my hair last. Then she stepped back and looked at me with Talia beside her.

“Just enough to smooth everything out, not so much that you look fake. A touch of blush… yes, just like that… see? Soft, glowy, natural. He’s going to notice the glow on your cheeks before he notices anything else.” I leaned back in the chair, letting her work, but my pulse was already rising. The thought of Killian noticing me like that—seeing me outside the context of our usual arguments, seeing me… like a person he wanted to spend time with—made me feel dizzy. “Eyes next!” Clear exclaimed, pulling out a palette of shadows. “Soft browns, some shimmer, nothing too intense. Romantic eyes, Aspen. He’s going to be looking at you all night. You need to captivate him.”

Soft, long lashes frame them beautifully, making them even more captivating. His nose is straight and graceful, perfectly proportioned for his face. Then my gaze settles on his lips-full and tempting, moving up and down as he speaks, and then curving into the most disarming smile. My eyes trail further to his jawline, sharp and chiseled as if carved by the gods themselves, contrasting perfectly with his glowing, smooth cheeks. Every detail, from his radiant skin to the gentle arch of his brows to the tiny beauty mark just beneath his lip-creates the image of someone ethereal and impossibly captivating. I feel trapped just looking at him.

"I am not a miracle worker at all Ellie, you are gorgeous, all I did was paint inside the lines, enhancing all of your features." My hair is curled and she let it fall naturally without pinning it at all. Champagne shimmer was covering my eyelids with an intense cat eye with wings, of course with fake eyelashes again. My lips are a matte nude and she put a very sparkly highlight on my cheekbones over the peach-colored blush. The contouring she did on my face makes all of my features pop and I am stunned at the person I am looking at in the mirror, knowing it is me.

'' I stand up, pulling him for a hug and he hugs me back. ''Now now, we don't want to ruin that hair of yours.'' He chuckles, ''Let's do your makeup.'' I nod and I sit back down. He puts on a foundation all over my face, setting it up with a loose powder. Then he fills in my brows, using a more darker shade than my hair. I can see my defined eyebrows in the mirror. I close my eyes as he puts a darker shade at my crease—more like a bronze colour. Phil highlight the inner corner of my eyes, making my eyes open up.