Characters With Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

I curled my lashes until they almost brushed my eyebrows when I blinked, making my eyes look bigger, bolder. Then I picked up the red lipstick. My hand froze. Red was dangerous. Red was bold. Red was Emiliano. His tie, his smirk, the color that haunted me. My heart pounded in my ears as I uncapped it anyway. Slowly, carefully, I painted my lips, watching the color bloom against my skin like fire. It changed me. It made me look like someone else. Someone braver. Someone who didn’t care about family feuds or forbidden kisses.

She was almost done putting her desired color on her lips when I managed to open my mouth to stop her from putting it on completely. She throws an innocent questioning look at me. Nika stole a glance from the pink lipstick that she was still holding in her hand and then she stared back at me, her eyes asking what was the matter with her red lipstick. Rummaging through the drawer underneath the dresser. I finally found an unopened Dior Rouge lipstick that is my go-to color. Twisting it, revealing its color. I suddenly remember Gresya with the same amount of panic that flashed through her eyes when Nika saw how red my red lipstick is. "I am not going to wear that." But just like how she is per

The one in the center who seems to be the ringleader of the gang catches my eyes with her bold red lipstick and heavy makeup, she’s looks quite slutty, although she does have a good build she’s tall, well sculpted with voluminous body for a werewolf, with long dark hair cascading in waves that looked styled even at night. Her top looks like it’s one wrong breath away from rebellion with her breasts looking like they were about to spill from her chest with her jeans clinging so tightly they look uncomfortable just to stand in. They look tighter than anything I’ve ever laid eyes on and for a moment I wonder if she could even breathe. And gods those red lipstick looks quite dreadful for such a

He swallows hard, his throat working visibly. I reach into my bag, pull out my favourite red lipstick, and uncap it with purposeful slowness. His eyes track every movement. I lean closer, twist the tube up, and drag the colour across my bottom lip in one smooth stroke. Then the top. I press my lips together, smacking them once. “You can look," I murmur, capping the tube again, "but you can't touch." He bites his lower lip so hard, it turns red. Pain flashes across his face in its unadulterated form.

"Is black his favorite color or something...? ” But it didn't matter because the outfit was perfect for me. "I should wear red lipstick," I thought as I searched the room for my pouch. It was beside my phone on the floor. A slew of notifications piled up as I opened my phone. The majority of it came from Jake. "Pick it up. What occurred? You b*tch," I mumbled, reading his messages. I thought he was fine with the affair, but apparently his ego can't handle it. I smirked as I turned off my phone and applied the red lipstick that complemented my black outfit. With that, I opened the door, and Luca stood beside it.

I have to thank Nina for the perfect lipstick that would not smudge all over the place. “I’m—“ “Speechless, fratello? Why, of course you are. She looks like a model, wasn’t she? Your fiancée that is,” Nina taunted me before I was closing the distance between Astrid and me. I was looking at her face as Astrid was smiling nervously at me. why she has to be nervous about? “Do you like it?” she whispered to me before I was looking at the red lipstick that stained her sensual lips. I just needed a taste and it will all be well—

Lisa said, putting it on, "but men love to have shiny red lips wrapped around their dicks. I swear it must be subliminal." I giggled and she said, "don't move, especially your mouth." I held still. She added a bit of blush to my cheeks, smoothing it with her finger. "Now for the pièce de résistance, bare your breasts, dear." Shrugging the robe off my shoulders, I waited to see what she was going to do. She took a dark reddish brown lipstick and applied it to my nipples and areolae, darkening them. "Flavored lipstick," she informed me. "You're excited, aren't you?"

She took a pencil and drew on her lip like outer lines of her lip and spread it with her finger before applying little bit of lipstick on the middle of her lip. She spread it with her fingers again before applying a jelly like liquid on her lips making it look more juicy. He clenched his fists in his pockets tempted to ruin her lipstick again but she would kill him if he delayed her celebration. His eyes travelled down her face to her body which is wrapped in red dress and he felt a sudden rush of blood into his groin. God! She’s fucking gorgeous. He didn’t know why but Klara looks more beautiful and sexy in red colour and something hits different in him. She just made him vulnerable with a

Her body had its own unique language. She stood with a straight back and her legs apart and braced, a stance that added inches to her height. To Pip she was utterly beautiful, just his type. She was the hard bitch; the a****n. Like the girl in Terminator Two, or Ripley, the Alien’s adversary. She wouldn’t flutter or flirt, or play silly girl games, yet she wore a brilliant Russian Red lipstick on a mouth that clearly meant business. He wanted her so much he was aching.

Jade was entering the hall with Shane. Dressed in a sexy purple bustier dress that fitted her curves and ended a few inches below her knees, her hair tied in a loose twist at her nape, and her lips painted a bold red, she looked hot. Sexy. Fuck. Since when did Jade wear red lipstick? She’d told him once she wouldn’t wear red on her lips when she was with him because he always ruined her lipstick while kissing her. But now… Fuck, he wouldn’t be kissing her.