Dani Divine No Makeup Novels & Stories

I’m not sure what her end game is but I don’t trust her, I just simply don’t. “I’m gonna go get a drink, anyone need anything?” Dani asks as she gets up, revealing her toned body. She’s wearing a small white bikini with dark denim shorts leaving the button open. The contrast of the white bikini against her long, straight black hair is extremely sexy but I’d never admit that out loud for obvious reasons. Julian and X request another beer and I shake my head no.

Her big, double-lidded eyes had also turned small. "No… Please let me explain. I-I just put on some makeup to meet you." The disdain was clear on Daniel's face. He ordered one of his bodyguards to acquire several bottles of makeup remover from a cosmetics store. "I'm going to find out what else you're hiding from me. Rub her face until it's clean!" The bodyguard splashed the makeup remover on Mira's face. Two minutes later, Daniel finally got a proper look at the goddess that he had been worshiping.

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.

It was Diane. She simply wore a large tshirt and combat pants that slipped gently above her airjordans. Her face was make up free, the usual. She didn’t always put on makeup. Infact seldomly and she smiled at Aal as she walked in. The door closed behind her almost immediately before she was dragged past the corridor.

If I ever decided to fall in love, I’d want to have something along the lines of what Danielle and Trey shared. “Earth to you, Ari!” Danielle snapped her fingers in front of my face, jolting me out of my reverie. “I was taking a moment to admire the magic dust you sprinkled on me,” I said, smiling at her. “I told you to sit still and let me do my magic.” Danielle gushed. She looked equally as stunning—if not more than I was in her sundress with flower petals. It stopped just above her knees and she wore knee-high boots to match, her hair was styled perfectly and her makeup was exquisite.