Blonde Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

I curled my lashes until they almost brushed my eyebrows when I blinked, making my eyes look bigger, bolder. Then I picked up the red lipstick. My hand froze. Red was dangerous. Red was bold. Red was Emiliano. His tie, his smirk, the color that haunted me. My heart pounded in my ears as I uncapped it anyway. Slowly, carefully, I painted my lips, watching the color bloom against my skin like fire. It changed me. It made me look like someone else. Someone braver. Someone who didn’t care about family feuds or forbidden kisses.

She began to apply lipstick to his lips very gently. The color of her lipstick was legendary red, which was particularly eye-catching and beautiful. Julien’s lips were fair. When Sydney applied lipstick to his lips, he didn’t look funny in the slightest, but became more charming and playful. Yes, charming and playful. Without the lipstick, Julien was a distinguished boss. But wearing the lipstick, he resembled a mysterious and dazzlingly handsome vampire who was always dressed in gothic fashion. Though he appeared playful, he was tender and gentle. If he put on a black robe and it was at night, he couldn’t be differentiated from a vampire who had just walked out of a story.

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

Every pin, every seam, every perfectly placed pleat is armor. I sit still as he applies the last touch: the lipstick. Blood red. Glossy. A new color for my rebirth. I turn slightly, catching my reflection. The dark hair suits me. Not the honey-blonde softness Richard preferred, but a sharper, storm-colored hue. My eyes are steady, unreadable. My mouth—still. I should probably smile more, it is my wedding day after all. Then I see it. The ring. Sitting on my finger perfectly. Jude picked it himself.

“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.

Instead, she had magically conjured up a pocket mirror and a deep-black lipstick tube. Then, with perfect mastery, she opened the small mirror and applied the bright red color to her lips. The vampire held his breath without realizing it. His eyes could only see the red-painted lips through the reflection of the little pocket mirror, and yet everything about her provoked unspeakable emotion. But why? Augustin couldn't take his eyes off her. Everything about her fascinated him. He waited a few moments, but nothing. Nothing more than a strange fascination for this young woman who had appeared out of nowhere.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

The only thoughts in my head were those of Pete and how he was going to lose both balance and focus the minute he sets his eyes on me. I had a lacy red slightly below the bum insanely hot dress on with very high silver stiletto heels and of course, lots of silver accessories. Catherine did my makeup as she insisted that I needed to own the show and in her own words, show Pete exactly what he would have missed with his cowardice." I couldn't fathom how she was so quick to attribute Pete's actions to cowardice not like I was going to challenge the statement because, yunno my flawless face-beat was not something I was willing to risk over Catherine's extremely wild temper.

His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk. I gasped softly when I felt Lucien squeezing my waist as he grabs me closer to him. The Alpha of Crimson Pack then grinned upon seeing Lucien's gesture. "We haven't properly introduced. I am Drago Alessandrei Lestat, the Alpha of Crimson Pack. It's nice to finally meet you, Lady Ysobella." He offered his hand for a handshake. I was about to reach for it but I stopped when Lucien subtly gave me a signal not to by tightening his hold on me. But I don't want to appear rude so I accepted his hand nonetheless.

If she knows that he is doing this in the office, his image will be ruined. "Hmm?" Calvin supported his hands on her side and lowered his head to lick her plump red lips, with a sweet orange flavor. When he looked at her red lips again, the color was more beautiful than before. "Orange-flavored lipstick?" No one likes to eat cosmetics. Women nowadays are not as pure as before. Lipstick is very common, ranging from a few yuan to hundreds of yuan and then more expensive. Shouldn't he be glad that he is eating high-end products? She was amused by him and hooked her hand around his neck, "There is also grape flavor, which one do you like?" The color of this lipstick is very light, a thin layer,