Blonde Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

This girl really loves the brown shade of lipstick. "May I suggest that you wear another color of lipstick?" Although surprised, she agreed. It might not suitable for her outfit today. "But I don't have any other shades. It's all in shades of brown and tan. Don't tell me we will rush to the store for just a lipstick?" All the cosmetics used by the beautician are for her own personal use and no other colors. "No need. I have a way." Just like that, he embraced Esmeralda tightly by her small waist, while towering over her. The salon employees squealed in excitement at the lovebirds before their eyes.

You have to. I grabbed my makeup brush, dusting powder across my face as I stared at my own reflection. My eyes looked too wide, my lips too tight. I needed to calm down. But how could I? This wasn’t just some party—I was setting a trap. A dangerous one. I reached for my lipstick, twisting it up with shaky fingers. Cherry Red. Bold. Attention-grabbing. The kind of color that made men stop and stare. I glided it over my lips, pressing them together, watching how the color deepened.

It didn’t beg for attention, but it didn’t shrink either. It felt… like armor. After a fast shower, I towel-dried my curls, pinned a few strands back, and stared at my reflection. I looked pale. Tired. A little haunted. I swiped on concealer, a touch of blush, then reached for a neutral gloss—but paused. Mona had worn red. Power red. I glanced at the lone tube of lipstick in my makeup bag—the one Jenny had sent in a birthday box with a note that read “for war or seduction, you pick.”

I completed the look with a black crop top and black sandals. I'm in terrific form, thanks to my well-shaped figure. I was ready to put on red lipstick when I realized Luke doesn't like to wear lipstick.I smiled, concealing my red lipstick. My lips are naturally red, so they look lovely even without lipstick. I also used my favorite scent to make my clients fall in love with me. That perfume has a really enticing scent. My phone rang again just as I was about to finish clearing up. Luke was calling me again, so I bit my lip.

he says dreamily, already walking behind us again, and I can feel his eyes burning through the silk, practically undressing me as we head back. At the table, Red pulls out her bag and fishes through it before handing me a sleek tube. “Keep it. At least for tonight.” I take it, uncap it, and apply it carefully. The color is deeper than I expected, bold, red, and shameless. Definitely not subtle. I click the cap back on. “Okay,” I breathe. “Time to wait for Ghost.” “You know,” Titan murmurs as he leans in close, his voice brushing over the back of my neck like a warm threat, “I could smear that lipstick for you.”

Andrea reached for it slowly, already feeling a knot tighten in her chest. It was a lipstick. She held it up to the light, inspecting it like it might burn her. A glossy shade of red—bolder than anything she owned. The label was smudged but readable. “Crimson Kiss.” Not mine, her thoughts whispered, unblinking. Definitely not mine. Andrea rarely wore lipstick, and when she did, it was always subtle—peach tones, muted pinks, barely-there nudes. She never liked anything loud. Gabriel used to say she didn’t need makeup to look beautiful anyway.

"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 rolled my eyes and gave her a dead stare, "Don't be ridiculous Zara." "I'm not." She pressed further with a grin that I wished I could wipe off her face. "Just help me pick a lipstick shade! That's what I called you for." I exclaimed. I did not want to keep Zach waiting for too long and we were already running late. "Fine! Jeez..." she mumbled and we later settled on one. A bright red matte lipstick that I insisted was a little too seductive but she believed it was perfect and because I did not have much time to spare, I agreed.

She was quite satisfied with this dress, but as she looked at herself in the mirror, she faintly felt that something was still not right. She suddenly snapped her fingers, the lipstick color was wrong. So, she found a shade called "Man Slayer" from over a hundred lipsticks in the lipstick box on her vanity. The color of this lipstick was bright and vibrant, she had never tried it before. She applied some lipstick, her lips were bright red, and she felt a bit uncomfortable. After all, she usually prefers cherry blossom color and red bean color. She pursed her lips, feeling that it still lacked a bit of meaning, and then found a curling iron and curled a few big curls.

As months quickly passes by. Darlene checked her reflection infront of the mirror for almost a hundredth time. She suddenly frowned when she noticed that something seems to be missing... "Aha! I forgot to put on my lipstick!" she said. She quickly opened her make up pouch and she pulled out her light pink lipstick. It's a kind of lipstick that has a natural color, and you can barely see that you're wearing a lipstick. That's why it's her ultimate favorite. She let out a sigh after applying lipstick to her lips. She puckered up, wanting to see the effect of it on her face. And she’s ready to face the world...