Dani Divine No Makeup Novels & Stories

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.

We got back inside my apartment. “And I’m marrying Dani.” “Right. You don’t need a wife. You need a psychiatrist.” Dani hadn’t moved a muscle, still in the same position and place. I also noticed something different about her. She was in her pajamas and was wearing glasses. “Hi.” I walked close to her and looked at her closely. She looked beautiful without makeup. Her natural hair color was back. “Are you okay?” She nodded and looked over my shoulder. “Apologies. I haven’t told my sister about you. She’s protective of 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.

"Clive, let's do a quick touch-up. You're about to go on!" The makeup artist leaned in. Clive turned his head away irritably. "No need." Danielle was glowing in a white cocktail dress, sparkling under the lights. She looped her arm through his, her voice soft and sweet. "Clive, I'm so nervous. During the duet later, don't sing too fast. I won't be able to keep up." If it were any other time, Clive might've casually patted her hand and brushed it off. But right now, the unfamiliar weight on his arm and the heavy perfume made his temples throb.

The wish of Daniel was his command. Once Daniel reached his destination, he got out of the car without losing his precious time. He took his glasses off and his gaze met with Linda. There stood her in a black t-shirt dress along with a sky blue jean jacket. Her feet were completely fit in a pair of long black boots and her hair was tied in a loose bun. The only thing was that she was not wearing makeup. She was such a natural beauty. Her face was completely pale and she looked more skinny than before. 'Wasn't Max taking good care of her?' He regretted giving him her responsibility.

ADRIAN Two things I loved the most today, if you take out the surprise kiss I got from Giovanni Marino earlier, what I loved was that we were having a good business today, and most of the customers were those who knew nothing about makeup. I loved helping new people get familiar with the colorful world of makeup. I always loved the delightful look they always pulled on whenever I showed them that there were more to makeup than just mascara and lipstick. This guy that was with me right now, Dave, came here to get makeup for his girlfriend as a gift and he knew little to nothing about makeup.

She looked more beautiful without makeup. “Do you have any girlfriend?” Allan was shocked at her straight forwardness.