Breakup Make Up Novels & Stories

“Can’t a guy come to a restaurant and maybe check on his girl?’ He said playfully flashing me his white perfect teeth. I rolled my eyes and stormed out. And went to my staff only before taking out the envelope. I took the recorder and played it. At first I heard noises from the restaurants and then Knox’s voice. “Is there any way to cut a bond without rejection?” He asked. “Yes,” A woman's voice come in after he spoke. “What is it? Tell me.” There was a long pause. “Tell me, are you planning to break the bond between you and your mate?” Knox cleared his throat. “Well, she and I never really had this bond thing,” he said which made my stomach churned. “And I have chosen a mate for myself. I l

But before that she had to practice something, self therapy. She stood in front of the mirror, and looked at herself. What a beauty she was looking. Her sadness disappeared behind the makeup. She told herself that she has to live every moment of her life. Even though it was not Yahya but now she is marrying according to her parents will. And she should be happy with it. She will get everyone's blessings and will always stay happy with him. She needs to move on and start her new life with a smile. And soon she forgets Yahya, the more better it will be. She smiled at herself confidently. And told herself that she is stronger than that. After all it was just a breakup and she should not feel gu

He looked torn, the haze of confusion slightly lifting. But Celestia was not to be outdone. With a flick of her wrist, the sky darkened, revealing a memory of Richard, anguished and broken, from the time he'd handed me the divorce papers. The pain in his eyes was evident. I flinched, that day was one of our most painful moments. "Why show this?" I challenged. "Because memories aren't just about happiness," Celestia responded coolly. "They are made of pain, regret, and loss. To truly break the harp's spell, you must confront them all."

I love the tux you sold to Roman,' Roy said offering his hand to Jay in a handshake 'I am very glad you love it,' Jay said shaking Roy's hand happily. 'Okay to the business of the day,' I said as we sat down. 'I need a total makeover for three females. I want you to be as discreet about it as possible,' I said. 'You are in luck for two reasons. One, I have moved a branch of my business to this pack, and two, the lady I came with is a makeup artist. So all I would need is the measurement of the ladies involved. I would just quickly dash into town and bring the clothes,' he said beaming happily.

The thought of losing it too alone is crushing so I quickly shake it off my mind before I tear up. I quickly blinked back the small tears forming in my eyes as I blow dry the fluid, I can't ruin the make up I just started. After I stabilized my mood I continued from where I stopped. I painted strength over my face, one layer at a time, concealer for the grief, gloss for the lies.

"No." "Why?" "Because you're a stranger." "I'm the guy you kissed." "I kissed your helmet. That's not the same as kissing you." "It's closer than most people get on day three of a breakup." "We're not broken up. We were never together. There's no breakup."

That single sentence, thirteen words, fifteen syllables, were the last things he said to me before he disappeared into the departure gate, leaving me behind with teary eyes and a message on my phone containing a playlist. Each song represents a momentous event in our short two year relationship, and as corny as it seems, I’ve been hanging onto these songs like my life depends on it. Colton told me that the first six months after a break up are usually considered to be the hardest, but it’s been three years since Matthew went across the country and it still feels like I’m stuck in that cycle of post-breakup grief everyone talks about. It’s gotten to the point that I’ve memorized each of the s

she had a sad expression on her face, "But he can also do that if I turned out to be pregnant and that'll be even worse, right?" They looked at each other as they sat on the bed, Hazel smiled, "I'm glad that's how you see it ... come on, let's watch some make-up tutorial and learn how to make our face look pretty," she giggled. "Oh yess! And we should document them this time, post it on IG ... I brought some tools too, I just bought a new mascara and a couple of eye shadow pallets," Jan jumped to her backpack and took out her make-up kit.

he wiped away my tears, kissing my forehead. "My make is ruined, isn't it?" I sniffed and he chuckled. "Yeah, we need to call them back and fix you up again. I will be back in a few." he kissed my forehead one more time and then left. A few minutes later he came back with the makeup artist who looked at me in horror. Was the damage that bad? "Oh no! This is going to take forever to fix and the wedding has already started and---" she was now panicking. I should be the one panicking!

She’s right, if Jack was going to sit there and act like nothing happened then I was going to do it too. I’m going to make him wish that I was his. His little game of being a fuckboy was hard but I could play it ten times better than he could. Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean that I can't break his heart. After exiting the shower I immediately do my skincare routine before putting on a full face of make-up. Once I was finished perfecting my look i then bring myself over to my closet before looking over all of my options.