Dani Divine No Makeup Novels & Stories

Danielle sighed earlier, but I still didn’t want any. I had done some loose twists in my hair, and moisturized them, hoping they wouldn’t dry out anytime soon. I wore a short crotchet cover-up over the bikini, and my white flip flops. A small beach bag with little necessities was practically the only accessory I had next to my little stud earrings. Samuel: Are you guys ready? Me: I’m ready. Danielle’s doing her makeup. Samuel: I’m coming to get you, give me 5 minutes.

"What will you buy, Miss?" Dana screamed because of shock when a guy suddenly appeared inside the store. Dana's eyes secretly surveyed the guy. He got a nose which has a high nose bridge. Even though he's a bit tanned, he still got the looks, and her tanned skin makes him even more manly... "Why are you staring at me like that, Miss? Are you alright?" she suddenly heard his voice again. "Oh, sorry." Dana casually apologized. Meanwhile, Marcus surveyed the girl. from head to toe. She got this crazy hair color, which are a combination of purple, red and pink colors. She's also wearing a gothic-type of make up. And she's also. wearing fashionable boots at the middle of a muddy road!

“I hope the guests will reject you when you perform tonight.” The woman turned around and exited the restroom. She deliberately stomped her feet on the floor, showing her anger. Her rage was unreasonable. I didn't act or speak harshly to her. It wasn't my fault that Sinclair didn't care about her. Davina busied herself with washing her hands in the sink. I said nothing and entered a stall. By the time I finished, the woman had left. I looked at my face in the mirror. I couldn't apply makeup, but I didn't have a mask.

Her makeup was minimal but highlighted her best features—soft smoky eyes and a deep red lipstick that made her lips look tempting. She wondered if she had over dressed. Vivian was in a panic as she debated for a long time whether or not to wear her glasses. After all, it had become something of a signature look for her, but tonight... she didn’t need them. She wanted to meet him without the barrier of her frames. Letting her hair down in loose waves, she felt almost unrecognizable.

Danielle's POV. I stood in front of the mirror applying my makeup. The reflection before me was a beautiful woman whose long and full hair was brushed and styled to suit the occasion of the day. Even my outfit told the occasion. Black jean pants, a black crop top and black designer sneakers. It was past eight in the morning and my plan was to grab my stuff from Jayden's. I needed to look my best and make sure that he would be unable to see through my pain, so I added one last accessory to my fit. Dark sunshades.

'And if he does, he won't see what I'm doing anyway. She watched her reflection in the window from the patio as she removed her clothes and set them on the patio furniture. Her long brown hair and long, lithe, tanned body showed no signs of her forty years. At five feet nine inches, Danielle was all leg. No fat, or cellulite, no scars, and almost no wrinkles. The only thing that was not perfect was the out-of-proportion size of her breasts.

Dallas cheers, finding a photo of Dani. Dani styles her brown hair with red highlights perfectly, her green eyes pop with her impeccable makeup, and she strikes quite an image in her casual, artsy attire. “She’s gorgeous,” I gasp. “How can I ever compete with that?” I point to the screen. “She’s high-maintenance, and she has drama written all over her,” Dallas corrects, attempting to ease my worry. She continues her protests. “She abandoned her son within days of giving birth. She signed documents and disappeared. What kind of woman does that?”

version, if the person waking up happened to own concealer, highlighter, and generational trauma. Beside me, Daniella checked her lipstick one last time using her front camera. Her hair was softly blown out, satin blazer draped over her shoulders, cream slip dress underneath. The “supporting creative team” version who could absolutely steal someone’s job if she felt like it. “Hazel sent a new Poppy photo,” she said, angling her phone toward me.

She admires her looks, from her wavy black hair to her beautiful chocolate brown eyes, straight nose, and lastly, her pink plump lips. Immediately after she descended the stairs and walked towards him, Davis smirked in satisfaction as his eyes roamed all over her body. He made sure the black bodycon dress that stopped by her mid-thighs he chose highlighted more on her endowed boobs, which he couldn't take his eyes off. "Can I please not wear this?“ Danielle said, her cat-like eyes pleading with him. This was the first time Davis found her vulnerable, and he almost gave in to her request but unfortunately remembered his insane cravings for revenge.

She was told on the phone call to keep her face done with the base such as moisturizing, putting on foundation and concealer, so all that Daisy had to do was do the eyes and leftovers. "And it's your first ever date. We want nude barely-there makeup for you that keeps your natural beautiful skin visible. I can do that well which is why you're sitting here in front of me." Aria rolled her eyes even though they were closed and earned a playful slap on the back.