Breakup Make Up Novels & Stories

Love, no matter how deep, can't always withstand the slow erosion of time. When another woman entered his world, I became invisible. In his mind, nothing was his fault. Everything was mine. He even believed he was the one who had suffered. But what he never realized was that his constant bias, his indifference, and his neglect had worn me down. I was too tired to keep trying. Too unsure to keep hoping. The hundredth breakup was the last—because this time, I truly didn't want him anymore. I straightened my back, forcing steadiness into my voice. "Since we've broken up, it's only right that I return what's yours."

Zachary and I—our story had reached its final page. "Then... could you ever forgive—" Belinda cut him off mid-sentence. "Well, hello again, Ella." She slid her arm through Zachary's, giving me a smug nod. Her makeup was flawless. Obviously a special day for her too. "You should be congratulating me," I said, waving the divorce certificate and glancing pointedly at Zachary. "Actually, I should thank you. Zachary is quite a catch." I smiled. Belinda certainly knew how to twist the knife.

"I’m saying, welcome to Operation: Breakup Package." I arched a brow. "That sounds... concerning." "Correction: it sounds iconic." She flipped her hair. "No good breakup is complete without a makeover. You are about to be pampered, scrubbed, and transformed into the goddess you were always meant to be—like a phoenix rising from the ashes." I huffed. "Sounds exhausting." "Second," she continued, "is a killer outfit. The kind that makes men choke on their drinks and women question their life choices."

She said sighing and dramatically going into position, chuckling she moaned acting out everything she had just said. "Fuck me harder, yes that way... Yes! Yes!" Jessica joined in grinning. Maya chuckled throwing a pillow at them. "You girls are shameless." She whispered. "Said someone who wanted to get over a breakup by fucking someone she just met yesterday without even knowing his first name, baby girl people get over breakups by drinking alcohol, buying a big tub of ice cream, and throwing themselves a huge pity party where they are forced to eat, bath or even brush, but nobody gets over a breakup by wearing makeup, a come fuck me dress and hitting a club to get fucked, now the girl that

Tom asked without stopping his pace. "Andreas knows. And I need your support, Tom. You were the first person to help me before I even knew who I was," Andien said reasonably. "I can't believe you don't have a male friend to work with," Tom grumbled. "I don't know any other men. My first man was Kenan, but he broke my heart," Andien replied quietly. "Are you serious?" "I am serious." "Why do you want to break up with Kenan and get involved with me?" Tom asked, demanding Andien's honesty.

Just empty heaving that left me gasping. I grabbed makeup remover and cleaned my face with mechanical precision, each swipe of the cotton pad erasing evidence of my breakdown. Then I started over. Foundation. Concealer. Powder. Building the mask back up layer by layer until the broken girl disappeared beneath it. I chose a dress from the closet—a simple cotton sundress with a modest neckline that covered the bruise completely. Pulled my hair back. Slipped on sandals. By the time I was done, I looked almost normal again. Almost like a girl who hadn’t just had her heart ripped out and stomped on.

As Lucio hugged me and Detrei rubbed his face at my cheeks, lack lines were written all over my face, as I knew that my makeup was all ruined by this guy. Even though I just put on a little bit of makeup, even if I smudged it a little bit accidentally, it wouldn't be noticeable. But! Knowing that my makeup, which I took hours to finish, is ruined just like that made my heart hurt so much that I wish to die! No! I just wish to kill this guy named Detrei who ruined my makeup. My makeup is my life, so anyone who ruins it is like ruining my life. As I coldly glanced at Detrei, who only smiled back at me, completely oblivious or clueless of what he had just done, my fist suddenly went so itchy.

Standing, I walk to my vanity and pick up my earrings before putting them on. Camila won’t relent so easily; she knows me too well. “I know it must be hard for you to see Beau again after your breakup, but trust me, it will get easier with time.” “Or,” I counter. “In time, he will remember how much he loves me, and we can be together again.” “Is that what you really want?” “Yes, why would you ask me that?” I lock eyes with her through the mirror and arch my brow. “You broke up with him because you believed it would be better to be apart. Maybe you should be grateful that he doesn’t love you anymore. It makes the situation easier.”

"You'll be fine, Shelby. You'll pull through this and come out on the other side like you always do." Taking a few deep breaths, I do my best to calm down. Eventually the tears stop and I get some paper towels to wipe off my face. Looking in the mirror is jarring. My makeup is wrecked; mascara and eyeliner are smudged and all the lipstick is chewed off my lips. "This isn't the end of the world," I say out loud as I start to repair the smudged makeup. "You never really had him, girl." But I'm seriously not sure if I'll be able to repair the damage to my heart as easily.

There was no mistaking - they could only mean Gavin and Vivian. "Of course he's attentive—Mrs. Clarke's finally giving him an heir. The Alpha's assembled a whole team of specialists at her slightest discomfort." That sounded like a joke. Gavin treated Vivian like royalty while I remained the forgotten Luna, left to fend for myself. After two uneventful nights, the doctors finally let me go. When I walked out of the hospital gate, my first destination was the Pack Council to collect the Bondbreak Certification. This proof is a manifestation of the dissolution of our mate bond. By the time he opened that envelope, I'd already be in Switzerland.