Bts Without Makeup Novels & Stories

Most of the time, Henry was like her father, who protected her against harm. Beep, beep, beep— Right then, Jenny’s phone started ringing. The screen indicated that an idol she paid particular attention to, Blakely Shelton, had published something on Weibo… Jenny immediately tapped on it to have a look… Blakely published a selfie… In the picture, he looked like an extremely clean guy. Blakely didn’t have any makeup on, and his hair was split in a precise three-to-seven ratio. He had a black hairband on as well as a black sports shirt.

With a sigh, she waited until the effect wore off before walking out of the room, bare-faced. "No makeup today?" "Turns out that way." She replied with a shrug. "You look even more beautiful without them anyway." He said blowing her a kiss. She caught it, blowing it back at him. "Come on, we're going to be late." He said with a wide smile on his face.

He said with a frown. Scrolling down he saw another picture of Bash, he was naked but his bottom was painted in rainbow colour and he was leaning on a wall painted in same colour with his lips pouted. Clicking on the photo the caption was happy pride month. Storm rolled his eyes at the caption. Scrolling further he saw other selfies of Bash with the flat chested pretty face girl and his smile faded. Clicking on the name that was tagged on one photo he was taken to the flat chested girl profile. The first picture was of her without a wig and she had no makeup on her face.

"But she didn't use any makeup products aside from the beauty cream!" "If it was makeup, she would've used concealer, foundation, beauty blender, and the sorts, no? But she only used the beauty cream!" "It looks so natural! It's different from faces that got injected with Botox. It doesn't look stiff!" "How did she do that? It's unbelievable!" "Hey, move it. I want to take a closer look!" "Stop pushing! Just zoom in with your phone camera!" Everyone began to fumble for their phones. They turned on their cameras and zoomed into Emma's face.

Rae Spencer has to be too. Stepping outside, I look up and down the sidewalk, looking for the familiar SUV that belongs to him. Just looking at them, they all look the same to the unsuspecting eye, but his had a dent in the right front bumper from pit maneuvering Rae once. He wore that damn dent with a badge of stupid pride. And sure enough, it's staring at me down the way to the left.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

The room buzzed with excitement and anticipation, mirrors reflecting a flurry of activity as stylists and technicians worked diligently to perfect our appearances. "Close your eyes, please," my makeup technician instructed gently. She delicately applied makeup, enhancing my features to ensure I looked radiant for the evening ahead. I surrendered myself to her expertise, trusting that she knew best. Meanwhile, Anastasia was seated nearby, her eyes twinkling with joy. She didn't need makeup; her natural beauty shone through. Instead, she focused on getting her hair styled, smiling brightly as the hairstylist meticulously arranged her locks. "Like this, right?" the hairstylist confirmed, and An

No men allowed. I slip my phone out of the pocket of my robe and send him a quick text, asking if he feels like a factory sausage too. “Ah-ah!” Mama snatches my phone. “No distractions for the bride.” “But—” She shakes her finger at me, happy tears in her eyes again. At least if Dante’s set-up is anything like mine, he won’t be able to answer me, so I’m not missing much. The final makeup artist passes me back to the fox-faced woman. She smears something below my bottom lip, adds a few more sprinkles of glitter to my cheeks, then claps. I jump.

At least I had made his mood slightly better even though mine had gone comparatively down. But I am not going to worry about that... I had to focus on getting ready for this gala. I send pics of a few options to Cain and waited for him to reply while I did or more like attempted to do my hair. Because of Cain I had a hairspray inside my suitcase so I used it to keep my hair to one side. I curled my hair into loose curls and then worked on my face. Should I do make up is the main question here. I decided on not doing but applied some mascara and my usual lip gloss. I pinched my cheeks to make it look like blush and just when I finished, I got a reply from Cain.

Now, why was she heading to my wardrobe, and what the hell is BTS? “BTS?” I muttered. “Behind-the-scenes video, silly. So, what do we have here? I think this shirt will go with these big pants, then a pair of sneakers, and that face cap. Perfect. Now get to work, get dressed up. I am ready.” Why is she lying down? If she wants me to dress up, shouldn't she be going out? Can she give me some privacy already? “Why are you still wasting time. Change already.”