Dc Blush Novels & Stories

It matches the slim-fit, sleeveless dress, dominated by white satin with bright blue scales, a mermaid-like look. "Wow, it's very bright," I praised. "Of course, Miss Misya!" Miss Li nimbly picked up the applicator and began coloring my lips. The 30s woman, who always wore her hair in a bun, combined a pale base color with shades of dusk orange. "I purposely didn't apply heavy makeup to you. Since you've just experienced something extraordinary, I want you to be reborn with a radiant glow. Mermaid makeup is the perfect fit!" she exclaimed excitedly, her narrow eyes bulging.

she snapped back. They brushed my hair until I was pretty sure my scalp was bleeding raw, applied powders to my face, and forced me into a dress that felt far too light and revealing. It was a deep, shimmering shade of midnight blue that draped over my curves in a way that made me feel exposed.

From the pink shiny Gloves to the large bowl, the hair brush and more brushes I didn't know their uses. And when I asked her the ingredients. She had a breakdown, taking pleasure in lecturing me. “I've read about it online, and before you start screaming, lots of people say it does work,” Frida exclaimed while holding up a dark-red bottle. “So what we need to do is use beetroot juice. We can mix it with some carrot oil. Hibiscus powder. And henna. You are to apply this once a week and the color will build up slowly without any damages to your hair. So, why don't we try?”

Delcy yanked out the IV line and covered her face. “Feel that.” The next moment, a horrifying sight unfolded. The thick black mascara that Delcy claimed was the most expensive waterproof product from the neighboring city began to smudge. Thick black liquid trickled down her pale cheeks, caked in heavy powder, creating eerie black streaks. Delcy no longer looked like a high-society socialite, she looked like a well dwelling ghost who had just been crying for seven days and seven nights. “Look at your face!” Seara taunted, panting, still clutching the remnants of the IV tube. “Even the monsters in the forest would run away if they saw you now.”

she replied. Joyce smiled. "Take care of my Dylan, please" she said softly and turned away, walking out of the room. Immediately the door closed, Chelsea locked it from behind and rushed to her closet. She rummaged through her items hastily, pushing and shoving things aside. She got hold of a box buried deep within her clothes. She quickly unlocked it and retrieved its contents. They were several bottled and a syringe. She took them with her into the bathroom. As she got in, she used the syringe to draw in different liquids from the different bottles. They had different colours but finally merged to form a uniform color of bluish purple. She looked into the mirror in the bathroom and observe

Dezrael opened her eyes and looked at the flickering light of the candle in front of her, smiling triumphantly. She was beautiful, like you would expect a movie star to be. She had long blue-black hair that came down to her mid-back with full lips and soft green eyes. In a way, she reminded you of a gypsy, with her olive skin and exotic cheek bones.

She asked, picking up the salt and pepper shakers to clean underneath before setting them back in place. "Is it that obvious?" Cilyna half laughed, fixing her coffee just right. "Your makeup is smudged a little." Beatrice replied, handing over a napkin for her to blot under her emerald greens smiling her thanks. "Yeah, it's going to be strange without them running through my office playing tag all day. Maybe I'll be able to get some work done though." They exchanged smiles as she took a swig of her coffee with a contented sigh as she swallowed the rich caffeine.

She was only beautiful on the inside, I presume she would say that to herself. As for me, each time my eyes took a glimpse of her face, they'd almost want to shut back tight and never opened again. Her lips revealed an ugly color of matted purple lipsticks and plastered across her pallid cheeks as usual, were women's rosey red blush makeup. I don't quite understand why that part of their make ups was required. They'd painted their face with all kinds of dashing colorful things, then as a final touch, ruin it with a complete different shade of bright colors; sometimes pink, red, orange, white... I'd never understand women.

Dan had described to his mistress. I opened my makeup drawer and bypassed the muted roses and the soft corals he preferred. I reached for a heavy, square tube I had bought in secret, hidden beneath the velvet lining of my jewelry box. I uncapped it, revealing a shade so deep and visceral it looked like an open wound. Blood Red. I applied it with surgical precision. The pigment was thick, matte, and unapologetic. It didn’t soften my features; it sharpened them into a blade. It turned my mouth into a weapon. This wasn’t makeup; it was war paint.

Chloe felt like a whole new person as she left the spa. New hair, she had decided to go with an aqua color. She could always dye it back if she needed to for a job. It had grown over the last few months and she had it cut short again. New nails, she got a manicure, and her almond-shaped nails were now in a slightly pinkish peach color, they did her makeup, and scrubbed her until her skin shined, she was waxed having hair ripped away leaving her smooth all over. Somehow they had convinced her to keep a small triangle shaped patch, but with a weird crop circle, tribal design just above her pussy lips and they dyed it aqua as well.