Contoh Nail Art Marble Novels & Stories

The heavy marble door of the isolated powder room clicked shut behind Maeva, cutting off the distant, muffled classical music of the gala. The room was a pristine sanctuary of white Carrara marble, smelling faintly of lavender and fresh water. She stood before the grand vanity mirror, looking at the dark red stain of Zane's wine stretching across the front of her white silk gown. It looked like a blooming, bloody chest wound, but Maeva's face remained calm. She reached for a damp paper towel, intending to dab the liquid before it set.

He has indeed marked me, but it is not just my body that he has marked. He has marked my soul. __________________________________________________________________________ In the past, I have gone to the spa and gotten myself pampered, but this is the first I have had someone accompany me. And I must admit it is way more fun than going alone. Tanya and I had our nails done. I opted for a nude shade, while she selected hot pink with glitters. The guy who did Tanya's nails has got the hots for her, and Tanya enjoyed every bit of attention she was getting. I nearly spat my soda when Tanya consciously bend forward, giving him a clear view of her tits from her loose top.

He started with the gold, doing all my nails, he then used the black powder which once on the gold looked like little stars scattered over my nails, and then he covered them with the clear polish, sealing them all together. Once Shade was finished, they look absolutely beautiful and by the time we left Shade's Shadow store we were all mucking and joking around again, even Shade was joining in. By the time we had finished everything, even with the slight hiccup in the middle of the day, we entered back to the mansion about an hour before sunset.

She's crazy, that is all I have to say. "You, flower girl" I stand straight and look at her attentively, she shows me a shade card of different nail paint options, "which shade of black do you suggest I go with?" She asks pointing to a specific shade card that was filled with different options of the color black. How on earth does black has so many shades?

Today we didn't have classes, but I chose to use my time studying while Madeline opted to get a DIY manicure. “Pretty,” I drawled, observing her handiwork. Her nails were painted purple, with a touch of dark and sparkly glitter. Madeline wiggled her toes, “If you like, I can do yours?" I let out a laugh, turning the chair to face my books. "Maybe later." From the corner of my eyes, I saw her shrug, before going back to admire her nails. She hummed into the silence, admiring her artwork, while I spun a pen between my fingertips, contemplating dropping math.

she breathed, her nipples hardening under the thin shirt. Marcus pulled his shirt off her body, leaving her completely naked. He squeezed more paint onto his palms and began rubbing it over her full breasts, massaging the cool red paint into her soft flesh. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until she moaned. “You look so fucking sexy covered in my paint,” he growled. “My little artist.” Liliana’s voice was breathy. “Marcus… I want you. I can’t concentrate anymore.” He backed her against the large wooden table in the center of the studio.

I was confused. “The pain you felt earlier was because the marble marking process was complete. There’s a mark on your neck. There should another one one your chest too, where your heart is.” Raven explained. As he explained, I peeked into my top to check the mark and at the same time Ria also checked my neck. The mark was really there. Although the mark was very faint, it was still visible. It was a small circular glowing blue mark. “I don’t see it.” Ria said, still checking for the mark.

I swallowed hard, picking up the ballet pink polish. I painted her nails carefully, making sure each one was perfect. Thea held her hands still, watching with rapt attention as the nearly-nude polish transformed her fingertips. Just for fun, I added a touch of glitter to the top of hers, and added some to mine as well. When I was finished, she admired them in the lamplight, turning her hands this way and that.

I instructed her. She nodded and get another acrylic nails which was not that long. I picked it up and I smile because it was so loving. Sebastian who has been watching us decided to talk. " Please ma i will want you to help me to fix the nail very well it must look beautiful and nice, just used good color for it" he implored her. The young lady who was busy fixing the acrylics nails on my finger nails,I was feeling the pain a bit. After few minutes she finished fixing it and she painted with red color,I really love red it is my favorite color.

Her dark brown eyes were kind, Layla was mesmerized by them. Layla smiled, "I would like that too, very much so." Zoya happily clapped her hands together in approval. Layla noticed that the tips of her fingers, including her fingernails, were stained in a deep burnt orange. Against her gorgeous soft brown skin, the stain stood out. Along her fingers were intricate designs that looked like ivy weaving over her hands. Layla had never seen anything like it before. It was gorgeous.