Blonde Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

Alex's POV:: "Okay, pout your lips like this. Let me see the color on you. It is your best feature, so we want to highlight it." My roommate, Penny, is demonstrating with her lips which are mere inches from my face as she is applying makeup on me. She is currently dabbing a shade of lipstick on my lips that if my mother saw me right now, she would get a heart attack. It is blood red and sinful, and I love it.

I said and chose a color from the stand and held it up to her lips "Gosh, you're a genius." Neveah gasped realizing the color suited her "You don't need lipstick my girl. Your lips are naturally pink and you're a natural star. A little lip gloss will do and a very light shade of pink." She searched through the racks for a very light shade of pink then chose out ten different flavors of lip gloss. She was a real lipstick girl and she bought a number of lipstick colors. "One for every outfit or combination." she said cashing our stuff and I laughed and shook my head

It's what he was holding earlier. I grab it with the intention of putting it back until my attention goes to the box inside. Since I use the brand so much, I can tell it's a box of lipsticks. I don't want what is getting into me but I am curious about those lipstick. They've nicest smell ever. Because of my pregnancy, sometimes I feel like I want to eat them. The scent is nicest one “ Wow! How many shades of red here?” It's first time, I saw that much shades. Ben used to tell me I look good on red. That's why I tried once because of his insisting on buying.

A tube of red lipstick caught my eye. I twisted it open and dragged it across my lips without bothering to stay inside the lines. The color smeared crookedly across my mouth and the sight pulled a bitter laugh out of me. I shook my head, teasing it into wild knots that framed my face without a hint of elegance. That was when a tube of red lipstick caught my eye. I twisted it open and dragged it across my lips without bothering to stay inside the lines. The color smeared crookedly across my mouth and the sight pulled a bitter laugh out of me.

Hindi ko alam however their this part of me na naiinis sa sinabi niya at the same time kinikilig, seriously self? Napatingin ako sa side mirror ng kotse and I notice my lip looks pale. I quickly open my bag and pull my lip gloss. It has the shade of light red color and super tinted, my favorite. I manage to apply it without even distracted. I look at the mirror once again to see how my lips look like. I slowly stick my lips together that even cause a sound. After that I heard a gulp, Cassius?

They filed out quickly, and Amiir went to see them off, leaving me alone at the table with Cordelia. For a moment, neither of us moved. But when the front door closed, Cordelia's entire demeanor changed. She stood slowly, adjusting her blouse with deliberate precision. Then she opened her purse—and pulled out a lipstick. Burgundy. The exact shade I'd described. She uncapped it slowly, applied it with meticulous care, taking her time with each stroke. Then she pressed her lips together, making that exaggerated smacking sound that seemed to echo in the quiet dining room. "Fenty Beauty's latest edition," she said conversationally, holding up the tube so I could see it clearly. "Very pricey. But

"We selected twelve pureblood females. High-ranking. Excellent breeding stock. Strong wolves who can command respect from the border patrols. Choose one to accompany you to the summit. Just for appearances." Grabbing the edge of the leather binder, I flipped it open. Glossy photographs stared back at me. Women in expensive dresses, their pack lineages listed in neat bullet points beneath their smiling faces. It looked exactly like a livestock catalog. "You don't want a Luna." Tearing the first page out of the metal rings, I crumpled the thick paper in my fist. "You want a breeding mare." "We want stability!" Silas argued.

Her eyes were ember. “What do you want?!I am in no mood for jokes! I am having a very bad day!” She snarled at him. Her fiery red eyes almost rendered him speechless. For the first time, Ice was at a loss for words.

It was perfect. The final element of my makeup was my lipstick. Normally, I loathed dark lipstick. But tonight was different. Tonight, I wanted to charm my brother so thoroughly that he wouldn't know what hit him. I found a deep purplish-maroon stick. It was a Mac lipstick. They had some decent products. Carefully painting the middle of my lips with it, I pursed them together and rolled them around until they were coated right to the edges. Then, I used black lip liner to draw the thinnest outline I could.

Things men would never understand x1… “To be frank, I really can’t understand you girls. Why are you all wasting money on the same stuff?” Things men would never understand x2… In his opinion, all the lipsticks were more or less the same. “They’re not the same! Every shade is different, just like the one you’re holding now. That’s called Orange Cookie… This is Warm Nude, and this is Maple Red… That’s Cherry Red…” Xyla pointed at her lipsticks collection and explained one by one. “They’re all red.” Things men would never understand x3… Xyla did not want to talk about lipstick with a man who had never used lipstick in life anymore.