Contoh Nail Art Marble Novels & Stories

Their staffs are well-groomed. With that, the ladies started their work. They cleaned my nails first and asked what color of nail polish do I want. I chose the nude color. It fits my nails because I have fair skin. While my Mom chose the color red. "Your nails and fingers are beautiful, Ms. Evie," the lady who's in charge of my nails complimented. I just smiled at her. I won't deny it anymore because it's true that my fingers and nails are beautiful. My classmates back in college used to compliment my fingers and nails. Besides, I have beautiful handwriting.

I prayed she didn't blow it. Personally, I was still hanging out at my boring job, doing anything I could think of to pass the time. I was on my third coat of OPI-today's color choice: "Black Cherry Chutney." I wondered how someone got that job. I wanted to be the person who came up with rock star names for bottles of polish. I could totally derive some killer color choices, but I bet I'd have to have a degree in molecular engineering or some shit. When my nails dried, I started researching the possibilities.

But EIGHTY! Eighty feet. “ Ok, that's enough, boys off you go”. I kissed each of them on their cheeks and shooed them out of the door. Once The door was closed, I breath in a sigh of relief. Those boys sure know how to get on my nerves. Our nail artist arrived a few hours ago and no we are done with our nails. I got the French tips, Anna got the ombre,mom also got the French tip, and Lisa got the chrome.

I said. The rest of her form was completely white, so her eyes were perfect for bolder colors. I applied a light apricot base on her lids, then a grapefruit shade to the inner corners, finishing with a pearlescent champagne shade along the outer edges. Finally, I took a small box of crushed gold leaf from my makeup case, applied gel to her brow and eye areas, and layered the gold leaf for a textured, shimmering effect.

Ruby was stirring a wooden popsicle stick around in it. "Come on, it's time to begin the torture." Quinn is in front of me now, holding her hand out and wiggling her fingers at me. She has sharp pointy nails with all sorts of jewels hanging off of them with dangly chains. She's right in between Ruby's height and Mia's. She was on the skinnier side, with dark skin covered in tattoos. Her makeup was bright and colorful, purple eyeshadow, chartreuse eye liner, and dark purple lipstick. Her hair was in two poofy pigtail buns on the sides of her head. She had tons of piercings. One in each nostril, a septum, a smiley, a tongue piercing, a dermal right under her eye, three in each lobe, four in th

“Great. I spent a minor fortune on that one. Let me see it.” Neith skipped off toward the counter and disappeared behind it. After a while, she popped up from behind, coughing and covered in dust. She slammed a polished wooden box down on the counter, with Dusty’s Miracle Marbles intricately written in gold on the lid. “Here you go. Personalized miracle marble made by the famous Penelope Dusty herself.” Holly gingerly lifted the edges of the box, revealing four multi-colored orbs within. The glow of the marbles hit Hollys face. "Oh, great! Thank you, Neith. This is perfect and exactly how I want it.”

My intention was to give Isla the spectrum of light, not just the endless void of her chosen darkness. On a makeshift workbench, I laid out the tabletop samples. The elegant honed-white marble, then a really dramatic dark darker quartz gray with its white veining. This was the first nod to her. The last was more dramatic and the one I preferred. The marble was a true dark purplish, it was nearly black with a tiny bit of near gray veining. I stood back, arms crossed, letting the silence of the construction site settle the tension in my chest. A shadow fell across the floor.

Nina grinned mischievously, but then granted me the favor of changing the subject. “I’ve been coming here once a week lately, usually with a few other girls from work. These ladies are the best of the best. I mean, come on. This is true artistry.” She held her freshly polished fingers out in front of her, admiring the glossy hot pink polish that exactly matched her current hair color. A piece of heart-shaped gold foil was pressed carefully into the center of each nail. The two manicurists, still not looking up from their work, both smiled shyly.

, he asked. “This ripe cherry one looks nice”, I said while handing him the nail polish from the hamper. The polish colors are dark red, almost like coagulated blood. I always love these kinds of colors, because I always like something a little gothic. Then I grab the rose massage oil, a pack of rose-shaped candles, and the loofah.

Maria’s face scrunches tight in revulsion, I burst out laughing and bits of chips fly out. “That’s disgusting, Tessa.” I pout, she rolls her eyes and points to the table with different nail polish. She skitters to it and returns with two colours. Pink and purple. I hiss when she offers me her hand, eyes narrowed to slits as I pick the purple. Pink is too bright and girly, Maria doesn’t need the extra shine, she is all of that already.