Bull Nakano No Makeup Novels & Stories

So now she stood, curls snaking around her face and onto her shoulders—her eyes unrecognisable after the skilled attention of the makeup artist. "Uno o l’altro," the beautician had explained as she’d scrutinized her face, and Brianna had understood—she could play up either her eyes or her mouth, but not both. The eyes had it! Slate-grey eyeshadow and lashings of eyeliner and mascara brought out every last glimmer of blue in her eyes; soft blush accentuated her cheekbones; and her lips were full but teasingly neutral. As for the dress, black had never been less safe. A million hand-sewn black glass beads covered every inch of fabric, and the deep empress line showed off her bosom—and from the

“I want a matte look with a touch of smoky eyes. I hate glossy lips so I want the matte look. “Excellent choice, ma'am. I hear you are going to a banquet so you need a frontal wig to complete your makeup. I would have styled your natural hair but it won't fit this look so I'll fix you a wavy-curl 24-inch frontal wig. I'm going to style it to the side so it would cover a part of your eyes—the right eyes, to be specific. Is that fine? “Just do your thing; what is your name, please? “Pardon my manners; I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Spicy, and I am the only makeup artist in New York who can add spice to your makeup glam. You can follow me on I*******m at @spicy_hott.

Maybe it was because he was powerful. Nala stood in front of the mirror looking at herself, her neck was clearly bruised from the choking earlier and her forehead had a little bump. She needed to hide her bruises with make up. The dress she was supposed to wear needed her to look flawless. She quickly did her make up as Jackie had taught her and put on the dress. She paired it up with a pair of gold stilettos and held her hair up in a bun. She added a little red lipstick and she looked at her reflection once again, she looked like someone cut out of a magazine paper.

The fabric was a mixture of soft satin and chiffon, just flowy enough not to hinder my movements. Nicolo took out flat Grecian sandals in the shades of gold. The perfect design and color to complete my wardrobe. Nicolo decided to skip the necklace in return, I need to wear simple single-strand golden dangling earrings. It looks like long gold threads dangling in my ear. Nikki asked me to seat down on the chair in her make-shift vanity and started working on my makeup. “Simplicity is beauty she said,” as she worked on my hair and face. After about 30 minutes she was done. She held a mirror in front of me and was happy that she decided to keep my makeup simple.

Everyone saw my body and assumed I was going to cry if I broke a fingernail. “So pretty in your little frame.” Nora finished her makeup. She watched me for a moment as I finished my smoky eye. “I love that look on you. Such a badass. Those black matted nails will bring the whole look together.” “That’s me. The badass!” Smiling at her, I just looked at my creation. “Here.” Nora grabbed some bobbypins and pulled the right side of my hair back, pinning it behind my ear. “There, that looks better.” The curls around the left side of my face made my jaw really stand out. The velvetly dark purple streak was in full view.

"Are you satisfied, Luna?" I smiled brightly and nodded vigorously. I have never seen such a beautiful version of myself. My hair is tied up in a high bun, revealing a long, white neck, and the bangs are naturally curled to the sides of my face. Today's makeup style is all about charm. The red lipstick stood out on my already white skin, and along with the luxurious dress, I turned into a mighty queen.

Ana glared holding up her make-up bag. "Aw come on Ana; just give me a break for once." "Nope," she smirked, her lips popped on the 'p'. "Now sit." With a sigh, I sat patiently while Ana highlighted my hazel eyes with smoky eye shadow and mascara emphasising my long lashes. She rubbed a speck of mud off my cheeks and applied lip gloss. "Okay, now you're done," she smiled.

Niko I can't help but study this version of Bianca as the man of the church stands in front of us, speaking nonsense. Not a word goes in because I'm not listening, not deeply enough to take in any of his chanting at face value. She stands beside me, unsure of herself yet more beautiful than I've ever seen her. Her makeup is barely there, just eyeliner and mascara drawing my attention to her eyes' deep, earthy hues. Her cheeks seem somewhat higher than usual, and her lips are pale pink, which complements the only evidence of a blush on the tip of her nose.

The tedious makeup session commenced. "Wow, you really look pretty," Mica cattily said. I stared at my reflection. My newly teased, wavy hair looked professionally done despite suffering from the never-ending spray of Aqua Net by Mica to make sure the curls would last. She also lovingly spread on some hair glowing cream. My makeup was light, with a rich rose shade lipstick, light gloss, and foundation. Bree let me use her pair of small pearl earrings, pale lavender ribbon choker, and bracelet. She also let me use her cream purse and off-white ladies evening shoes. I look special, and I felt my confidence increase by at least 75%. Not bad, I thought to myself. Becky and Nanay came in to exam

I have to consider comfort, the feel of the material, and so on. I settle on a blue and white maxi dress. Niko likes blue. I shower quickly so I can take time with my hair and makeup, going light on my eyes and lips. The natural-looking full waves for my hair take me some time to achieve, I don’t even have to add blush to my cheeks as I’m already flush with excitement.