Characters With Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

They had been married for so long, yet their relationship had not made any progress at all! Charles sighed helplessly and didn't say anything more. When they arrived at the shopping mall, they first went to check out the cosmetics. After choosing for a long time, they began to try on some lipstick. Charles was watching them from aside. He felt that some of the colors looked the same. However, they were discussing which ones looked better. He became even more confused. Why were women so scary? How could they tell the difference between these lipstick colors? He could only see there were pink, orange, purple, and bright red.

Lilian said as she stood up He was about to tease Sarah that her exclamation sounded like something his grandmother would say when someone walked up to the table. Oh hell. Drake looked up in vague annoyance to see the forward brunette standing at his side. Her red lipstick was smeared on her wet mouth, and up close, her lips looked over-plumped and injected with too much silicone.Be was about to see Lilian off when the girl came closer

“Hi,” I say. “This is kind of a girl’s drink.” She says with a smile so beautiful and I am just enchanted by that beautiful red lipstick on her puffy lips. There is just something about red lipstick that drives men crazy, and I am a man. “Says who?” I ask and she shrugs her shoulders and turns her attention back to her phone. That little move she makes feels like a blow to my ego, but I’m not going to let her play the hard-to-get game get on me.

In my quest to snag my property, I lean up to kiss him. "Damn, you have lipstick on," He says. "I'm sure I've got some smeared on my lips." Patting his chest, I give him a sexy gaze, biting one side of my lip and causing him to groan. "I would have loved you walking around with my lipstick smeared on your lip. At least, this would give these hungry women a hint that you're in someone else's possession. But unfortunately, that's a matt liquid lipstick and won't smudge or stain you."

butted Vincent appearing too casual for my liking. I played along instead and gave him a refreshed smile. “Why thank you Mr. VP.” “By the way Prez, what’s that oily thing in the corner of your lips?” Karl, in his innocent self, asked suddenly. He looked so curious, staring at my mouth without blinking. It was not only him though, Vincent and Rohan were too. “Lip balm, ” I replied quickly, my heartbeat leaped altogether when I trained my eyes on Daniella’s lips that had a pink dull shimmer.

Her red gown will help her but she didn’t have enough to make her shine the most. “I wonder if it will work,” Belle saw him pulling out a small circular tin object. Leon turned the lid, opening to reveal the red lipstick which he used his hand to spread across her lips. Her breaths hitched feeling his coarse skin against her plump lips. The taste of the sweet lipstick spread as he traced her shape. “It will work, definitely,” Leon pulled her hair, letting it to fall over her shoulders. Ignoring the gazes around them, he descended his lips to her neck, causing her to shiver and let a yelp as sharp teeth took a whole full bite on her nape.

An off-the-shoulder champagne satin gown clung to her body in the most stunning way, accentuating her lovely curves and that creamy leg that seemed to be on display due to a wicked slit running down her beautiful thigh. Carmen had wanted to wear nude lipstick for the night, something she always, always and practically always wore—something she felt comfortable in—but four hours ago Suzan and Molly had hijacked her room and any recommendations that came out of Carmen’s mouth were outrightly ignored. Now she wore bright red lipstick that made her look so…different.

LUTHER We are all getting ready to head out to a bar, and I still can't believe that they actually won. Larissa has gotten ready in her heavy booths and leather jacket. Her wavy hair falls over her shoulders and she has actually put on a little lipstick, and God, does it make her pretty. "Do you want some?" She holds the lipstick up to me. "It's not that loud of a colour." "Oh no, I don't do makeup," I wave off. I'm a boring kind of gay, I'd admit.

This was me stepping into his sphere, becoming someone who belonged in the spotlight just as much as he did. When the makeup artist applied the bold red lipstick, I couldn’t help but hold my breath. I didn’t wear red lips often—red was dangerous. It was confident, seductive. It had a way of drawing attention to the mouth, making every word you spoke feel heavier. I smiled at my reflection. That was the point, wasn’t it?

“I must admit… you are a pretty little Omega.” Heat rushed through me. My knees weakened. He stepped closer, studying my face. His fingers brushed my neck. I pressed my thighs together, heat pooling low in my body. “I don’t like the color on your lips.” He picked up a red lipstick from the table. “I… I wanted something casual,” I stuttered as his gaze devoured me. “Shhh.” He wiped off my gloss with his fingers and applied the red slowly. I didn’t move. I couldn’t.