Bull Nakano No Makeup Novels & Stories

“That motherfucker is gonna shit a diamond when he sees you. If he doesn’t fall over, I will.” I smile, just a little. “Let him.” Jenna raises her mimosa. “To badass bitches in black.” We all clink glasses. The makeup artist quietly dabs powder along my jaw, pretending not to listen, but I see the way her eyes flick toward the mirror. I sit still while she works on my face. My skin is glowing, my cheekbones sharp, my lips brushed in a soft rose. Nothing too bridal. Just enough to make someone stare.

And don't even get her started on his body. Mona physically shook her head, snorting. Like he'd ever be interested in me. She turned her attention back to her bag, kneeling down to rummage through it. After a few moments, she found her compact mirror and cherry lip balm. She twisted the lip balm up and smoothed it over her lips, pressing them together. She was obsessed with this thing. Not her fault, though—it was way too sweet. She kept licking it off throughout the night, which meant she had to keep reapplying.

I quickly put it on. The fabric hugged my body perfectly. Like it had been designed specifically for me. Perfect. Rina said Hansel worked quickly on my hair. She brushed my blonde strands into a sleek high ponytail, leaving soft bangs to frame my face. The look was elegant but fierce, like a true Luna. Then came the makeup. She applied soft gold eyeshadow that made my eyes glow under the light. And deep red lipstick to match the dress. When she finished, she stepped back.

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!"

Zapora squeals. They blow dried my hair and curled the ends. With my make up, they slightly contoured my cheekbones, temples and nose. They gave me a brown smokey eye with a slight wing of the eyeliner. Then they brushed on some professional make up mascara that made my lashes look fake...apparently. I'm not allowed to see myself until it's all done. They gave me nude, matte lipstick with a tiny tiny bit of lip balm for a natural shine to it. "YOU'RE DONE!"

Serena gazed at her reflection, her brown hair cascading in soft, wavy curls over her bare shoulders, accentuating her alluring collarbones. Anika had truly outdone herself this time; the way her hair framed her face, creating a stunning halo, was nothing short of magical. Serena couldn't help but smile, thinking of all the talents Anika possessed—cooking, nursing, and hair styling were just the tip of the iceberg. As she examined her makeup, expertly applied by her own hands, she admired the bold, smoky eyes that gave her a fierce and intimidating look, perfectly complementing her petite frame.

Leena, the makeup artist comments making me blush. They make me sit down in front of the vanity but forbid me to look at the mirror before they are done. Leena starts with preparing my face and neck with moisturizer. Then she applies a small amount of primer and dab it gently on my face which will help with the long-lasting of makeup. After a few minutes, she applies concealer to the necessary parts and blends it gently with a damp beauty blender. Then she mixes two types of foundations together and starts applying them to my face, front and back of my neck. She sets everything with a compact powder so that the base doesn't smudge.

she whispered, making Fatima a little afraid of what she’ll do to her face. While she sat there, Nikki started to do her magic. She stayed as still as possible while Nikki was applying the eyeshadow and eyeliner on her eyelids. The theme that Nikki chose is red to match the color of her dress. After both eyes were done, she moved on to her nose to define its shape. “You’re going to make me sneeze,” she said and snorted. Nikki almost laughed but stopped herself.

I asked her again and she nodded, gesturing to the makeup artist to do whatever I needed. About twenty minutes later, the makeup artist, called Jamila was massaging Aa'ila liquid pro foundation unto my face when Zainab walked close and showed me something from my phone. "I have highlighted about twenty questions for you to answer during your I* live session later today." I nodded and watched Jamila mix two types of lipglosses to form a beautiful undefinable pink color. "Ma Sha Allah." My lips curved into a smile at Zainab's words. Jamila took off the clear polyester protector she had looped around my neck to protect my Abaya from stains.

While the right side was left to give the impression of being mature and elegant. It was supported by her natural makeup. Her makeup accentuated her facial features and showed her best version without being too much. What looked the boldest was the color of her lips. It was a brick red that instantly obscured the simplicity of her makeup. That was her. Anna. "You look amazing!" Praise the makeup artist. She stood behind Anna and watched her work with her client. "Thanks. You did a great job, too." Anna responded with a smile still on her lips.