Blonde Lipstick Novels & Stories

I mean you don't have to do anything just apply it on your lips and you will look amazing. Yeah, that's kind of things that work on me. Besides, I'm not a fan of heavy makeup. Truth to be told I don't even know how to do full-fledged makeup. Vess has his hair straight they also resigned on her shoulders firmly, and yeah she applied some mocha colour lipstick which is, by the way, making her look sexy as hell. "Ah, lady you are looking smoking hot. You may melt the ice of glaciers with your hotness." I chuckled.

There was no other explanation. He inhaled sharply, sucking in his lip. Her sight was enough to warm up his body. She was gorgeous. Her hair was a mixture of blonde and brunette and was fluffy– sex hair falling everywhere. Her lipstick – Sebastian completely licked that up – and her eyeshadow was distorded as well. Hot, hot mess.

“Exactly!” Rose snorts beside me. “Honestly, it’s a good look for you.” “Yeah? If you say so,” I grumble, but I can’t stop the small smirk pulling at my lips. Harlow is thrilled, absolutely glowing as she watches me get absolutely wrecked by the boldest colors in the shop. When they pull out a lipstick that looks like it was made from crushed-up rubies, I don’t even fight it. “Do I have to?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."

"I don't know, whose is it?" "Something taken out of your pocket, and you tell me you don't know?" Lana was irritated. She directly opened the tube, surprising Liam to find that it was a used lipstick. "Isn't that yours?" Upon hearing Liam's response, Lana rolled her eyes in frustration. "I don't have this shade, and I never use this shade." It was a light sandy color with a hint of orange, a more subdued and elegant tone. Lana never touched such colors. She preferred bold, vibrant colors, much like herself. So, she usually opted for bright red or powerful, dramatic shades.

I asked the Beta female and she shook her head. “I don’t know, Dear. But now you have more important things to think about. What lipstick do you prefer? Mauve or hot lilac? The one you picked originally doesn’t match the eye shadow. It’s hard to find colours that fit your bright ginger hair, ” she told me, showing a box of lipsticks. It wasn’t the first time we talked about lipsticks and all things hair and make-up today. The whole thing was exhausting, and I swear, if Cindy spends two more minutes talking about different shades of whatever, I will lose my sh*t!

Scarlett browsed beside us. “This shade would be perfect on you,” she announced suddenly, holding up a red lipstick like it was some crown jewel. Her brow arched with excitement. “Come on, let’s try it.” Before I could even protest, she crossed over and, with surprising care, began applying the lipstick on me. A moment later, she angled a small mirror toward me. And… she was right. The color clung to me like it had been waiting its whole life. It made my pale skin glow in that timeless French-woman way—the kind who needs nothing but red lipstick to look breathtaking.

It had been hours since she was out, and she had not even called her. “The most stunning girl I have ever seen!” Luke breathed putting down his magical brushes as he had called them. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. She could not help but gasp at the way her dark eyes were made even darker by the smoky look Luke had given her. She had a light shade of lipstick, but her eyes’ area looked the complete opposite, yet so complementing. The new burgundy color of her hair matched her to the fullest which was curled around the ends.

It was a relationship worth protecting even if their ideas of fun weren't compatible. Yvonne swiped on the lipstick then sat back taking in the magic Tabby had done. Yvonne's eyes were a smoky, dark brown. It looked like too much here in the bathroom, but she'd seen evidence in pictures that on camera it was fine. The lipstick really was a good color with the right balance of pink to nude. The real magic was her hair. "Wow. You're really good at this stuff." Yvonne turned this way and that.

"Now, for makeup!" Britney animatedly guided Jenny through each step, ensuring she would know how to apply it herself. "You want to be sexy so guys won't suspect you're trying to steal information. Or just plain steal. Bronzer goes on top of the cheekbones. You want cheekbones that could cut glass—they like that." Product after product was applied to Jenny's face. Her eyes were made to look bigger, her nose refined. Everything had to be lifted, not lowered. "For the finishing touch," Britney announced as she dusted powder across Jenny's face, setting everything in place. Jenny coughed a little, not expecting the powdery cloud. "Red lipstick. Red is the color of lust, you know."