Novel & Cerita Cute Werewolf Makeup

It’s not like he had time to go shopping. My hair was up in a low bun with a few decorative pieces of leaves hanging to my forehead. My lips were red as she put a squashed red fruit to my lips earlier, and I didn't know the name of that fruit. She could have bought lipstick to make it easier but I guess this was more organic and the werewolf way. Overall, I looked like a fairy. I know I looked good, and I am confident with my looks and I stood up and left the room.

Cammy POV I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, the bright lights making my already pale skin appear nearly translucent. My dark golden eyes looked almost too large in contrast. The smoky eyeshadow I had applied so perfectly made me look almost unfamiliar. I leaned in closer, inspecting my ghostly complexion, debating whether a bit of bronzer might make me look more... alive. No. The makeup I was wearing was already more than I normally would. Besides, werewolves had sharp senses—if I painted artificial warmth onto my skin, they’d notice. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard.

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

Unwrapping the towel from my body, I hang it behind the chair as I make my way to the closet. Taking out a fresh pair of bra and panties, I change into them and then wear a white t-shirt dress and pair it with a denim jacket. I need to look good for my wolves because they don't need to see their Luna being vulnerable. No matter how I feel, I will always put a strong front for the sake of my wolves. Standing in front of the mirror, I do my quick go-to makeup, which consists of eyeliner and mascara and some lip gloss. My skin looks quite pale, so I apply a light layer of blush to look a little bit alive.

My lips were painted a dark red, a winged liner, light grey eyeshadow with a black tint at the corners and a faint blush on my tan cheeks, my nose and well defined cheekbones and jaw standing out at the light contour and highlighter I applied. My curls looked perfect and bouncy to complete my look. Damn, I look hot. I self praise feeling refreshed and genuinely relieved to have a break from...everything. 'We look hot' my wolf corrects smugly. Sure, Wolfie. I laugh at her claim and she growls at me playfully and I mask my scent with a spell Mariah taught me before, not wanting to draw attention more than necessary.

I could hardly recognize myself as my face had been made to perfection, my bright caramel eyes held a seductive look as they were adorned with gold and nude shades, my plump lips looked rich and inviting. "Ok seriously, I know you are a werewolf but now I'm thinking you're also part witch!" I laughed as I appreciated all of Marnie's hard work. "Well, I'm glad you like it, besides I only enhanced your features. The beauty is all you baby", she winked as she wiggled to the bathroom to finish readying herself. Marnie wore a short black dress that had beautifully detailed lace for sleeves, she pulled on some thigh-high boots and straightened her naturally wavy hair.

My eyes lands on three figures stepping forward from the edge of the shadows, their heels clicking softly against concrete, confidence radiating off them like it’s something they’ve worn their entire lives. Did they feel the need to dress up for this kind of shit? Also Heels? In the middle of the woods? Really? Christ! Three females step forward, the light from the porch shining brightly gives me full glimpse of their faces. They look Pretty! Wolves always were. But their beauty was loud, overdone. Almost desperate in its presentation and the dreadful fashion choices don’t help. The one in the center who seems to be the ringleader of the gang catches my eyes with her bold red lipstick and he

She probably saw us coming up here when the Cloak dissolved, probably even heard Aldrich’s sharply indrawn breath, but she’s unable to see anything. She’s a Werewolf. Her eyes are glowing as she glares at the spot where we are. If she decides to move toward us and prod at the spot with her foot like I know she wants to, she’ll feel us. The Cloak merely renders us invisible; it doesn’t render us into formless beings like the Guardians. Since she’s a Werewolf, I think she’s even catching whiffs of our scent. She takes a couple of steps toward us. We are moments away from being discovered.

It was clear she must've been on the steps of the stairs, "You're gonna be late for school!" Ugh! "Coming." "Well, hurry up. You're going to miss the bus!" She shouts clear enough for her to hear, which wasn't hard for werewolves; their hearing abilities were significantly enhanced, which was either an upside or a downside to having such an ability. Looking once more into the mirror at her reflection, she didn't even bother wearing any makeup, even if she needed it. No one was going to care if her eye bags were a little darker than usual, and honestly, if they cared, she didn't care what they thought about her at this point; there was no reason to be bothered by them since they didn't matter

The furs on her skin has sucked back inside; her claws aren't there anymore, but long nails which are painted in purple; and her face is back to being a humanely one. She flashes her white pearly teeth at us, as she takes one more step forward. One of the Werewolves passes her a robe, which she's now putting on. Oh, did I not mention that she doesn't mind being naked. Well, it's a normal thing for Werewolves. They don't mind it.