Breakup Make Up Novels & Stories

About any relationship, really. I just don't want to look as stupid as I feel. I also don't want to be that girl who sits and cries every day. I mean, that's exactly what I'm doing, but I don't want it to be known. I have always rolled my eyes at the girls who post things about being sad after a breakup. Like, do you think that will bring whoever you lost back? It won't. All it will do is make you look pathetic.

I mouthed an apology, then relaxed my face again, ‘It may have been a combination…’ ‘I still don’t get why you broke up with him. You two were perfect for each other!’ ‘Yeah, totally.’ Rolling my eyes. The makeup artist huffed again. ‘It wasn’t because I didn’t care about him, I told you guys already… He doesn’t deserve to be led on.’

She shot me a mean look as she took up the microphone, saying, "There's something important that will happen before Robert's birthday bash begins. "Rhea here had insisted on apologizing to me after what happened yesterday, and I found myself unable to decline…" I smiled and took the mic. When I walked past Gabriel, he grabbed onto my hand. "I'll love you so much more if you'd be a good girl and apologize, Rhea. "Try another one of your antics on me, and you'll see me retaliating!" he warned. I flung his hand away and went onstage. I then gazed out at all the media journalists and reporters, saying, "I'm sorry. I was wrong…"

I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too. I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me. I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt. After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology. But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me. This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me. I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig

Jane instantly put down her brush and went over to him. "What's wrong, Mike?" she asked, concern etched on her face. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Emily and I...we broke up." Jane's heart gave a lurch. She was torn between being happy that Mike was single again, and sad that he was hurting. Pushing her selfish feelings aside, she offered him a comforting smile, "I'm here for you, Mike. Always." The breakup hit Mike harder than he anticipated. His ever-cheerful demeanor dampened, replaced by a heavy silence that hung around him. Jane stayed by his side through it all, offering silent comfort. They would often find themselves sitting together under their favorite tree, their sha

She didn't mind, fully aware that he was the actual shareholder in Yurich, not herself. She had no plans to speak with the man, but she raised her gaze to Orion, wanting to ask if he also lacked trust in her. "While it's accurate that makeup has a two-year expiration once opened, it's crucial to grasp that each product still retains chemicals. I'm concerned about potential lawsuits from customers who might develop skin allergies. Therefore, it's necessary to dispose of these makeup items," Erin explained. "How do you plan to do that?" Orion inquired. "I'll implement a promotion, perhaps a bundle deal or an advertisement—something of that sort." In truth, Erin was still contemplating her next

It read: "Go grocery shopping for unavailable items in the house. I'll deal with you if these items are not home by the time I get back from work" I sighed and searched for money or a credit card on the table. But she didn't leave any for me. How am I supposed to pay for these items? I screamed and walked away to my room feeling broken. I looked at the makeup items lying on my sofa. I started applying the foundation and at the same time, releasing a tear. Do you even understand my pain? I mean this is not a life!!! Yes, the scar was gone and that alone made me smile. I went on to apply nude lipstick since it matched my skin color. I had a caramel complexion but, on my back, it was a blend of

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]

I wait until she whispers, “OK.” “We’ve all had breakups.” I raise my voice to take in the whole room. “The answer isn’t to cry. The answer isn’t to eat chocolate or plot revenge. You need to move on. Every time I’ve had a breakup, do you know what I’ve done? I’ve taken my life in a new direction. I’ve found myself an exciting new project. I’ve changed my look. I’ve moved house. Because I’m in charge of my life, thank you.” I pound my fist in my palm. “Not some guy who can’t even do a smoky eye.”