Dark Brown Highlights Novels & Stories

I watched the entire process until she started to add colour. A rose over my cheeks, a deeper, sexier shade of pink over my lips, and finally, my eyes. "We need to highlight those sexy colours," she said, then proceeded to line my eyes. She was using a dark brow liner that gave it a thick ambience and immediately made the Hazel of my eyes pop. She gave my lashes volume, then added the eyeshadow, a lighter brown that what she had used for the liner.

He replied. That was fact. When I saw Hunter’s wolf on the day we met, it was dark brown. I picked up the brown because we were under the moon. If Edwin had seen Hunter’s wolf here, were the moon’s light was covered by trees, it’d look darker and like a black figure moving around. “Usually, pups shift to wolfs with bright colors that will darken as they grow. Hunter’s wolf is one of a kind.” I noted. Surprisingly, my wolf agreed. “He is special.”

Next is the concealer followed by the highlighter. He used a fluffy brush while applying the highlighter along with a bronzer on both of the high ends of his cheekbones, his forehead and some part of his nose line to make his face glow, followed by the right shade of blush applied on the hollow part of his cheeks and around his jawline even more defining his features. For the dramatic look that will serve as his trademark, he grabbed the metallic pallet and flipped it opened, choosing the right shade of eye shadow was always the hardest because there are plenty of varying shades to choose from. He fixed

A scar. A faded slanted line starts from the edge of his left eyebrow, over his eye — damaging his once black pupils, turning them grey — and then the scar continues down his cheeks, ending at the bridge of his nose. Asides from his scar, he has dark eyes the exact color of black blood and curly, black hair sitting atop of his head. Everything about him is black. His Castle is pitch-black with a single line of fire torches to aid the eyes to see. The walls are painted black. His clothes are all black. Maybe this has been done to shield him away from daylight.

Well, he’s likely to never see it so why the hell should I care? I toss the outfit on the bed and make my way to the bathroom. As I walk over to the vanity, I tie my hair up in a bun and then get to work on my makeup. Tonight I am going all out and by that I mean I’m going full vamp. My complexion is flawless so foundation would just be a waste, but I do add a bit of highlighter to my cheekbones and above the arch of my brow just to make the high points of my face pop. I then work on a dark, burgundy, smokey look with the slightest hint of shimmer on my lids. When I get to my lips I decide to be a bit more creative. I line my lips with a deep black liner and fill in the edges of my mouth and

They keep mumbling apologies, but her lip lifts from time to time. Featherstone walks around us with a critical eye. “It looks good. Annoyingly, the pool wasn’t quite deep enough to get the tips of your ears, but honestly it looks like markings anyway. You’re now a very dark charcoal grey-black. You could probably do with some highlights because you’re a single matte colour, but the ear tips help. You just look like a strong alpha bloodline.” Well, there is alpha blood on my mother’s side. Once we’re almost dry, Zanthe can’t resist it any longer and lets out a shake. But there’s little water left to spray everywhere.

The next day at the Von Strudel mansion, it was not a normal morning, the family had received an unexpected visit, it was Markus Blackwood, the powerful werewolf warrior, leader of his pack; in the human version of him he is a manmuscular, with an imposing presence and an intense gaze. He has a neatly trimmed beard and black hair, which he usually wears short and messy. Her facial features are strong and angular, with thick eyebrows and a straight, prominent nose. She has deep dark eyes that seem to peer into people's souls.

His eyes narrowed at me as he brushed his teeth. After rinsing his mouth and wiping it, he chuckled. “I'm naturally light brown, but I swim in the buff and dry myself underneath the sun. That's how my dark hair gets lighter brown highlights,” He stated, then asked me the same. Glancing at my naked self, I shrugged and said, “I'm all natural.” Pulling me against his firm chest, he captured my lips in a sensuous, minty kiss, and I melted against him. I didn't want anything to happen to him, nor did I want to lose him to his stupid uncle.

I stare at myself wondering "when did I get so dark" I try my best to think positive about myself but sometimes its not easy, especially when i stroll through my Instagram and all I see is light skins winning, dark skins are ugly but only dark skin girls; white and light skins love dark skin boys but no one loves dark skins unless she has a big butt or big boobs, but even then they don't love them for who they are but for their bodies.

She waited till her combination turned a bright purple and decided she had enough and couldn't wait for lilac and so she made her way to where he sat at the end of the room and dropped her beacon. “All done.” She said, waiting for his inspection. “This looks lilac enough?” He asked. Carol was not in the mood. She needed to go help out Emma with the remaining of her chores before it was dinner. “I’m sorry sir, I am not too good with colours. Isn't it?” Obviously, Hunter wasn't willing to entertain her either and so he took another look and then scribbled on his pad. “So what are you up to?” He asked.