Dear Me Lip Gloss Novels & Stories

Emelie knew the conversation was over. Emelie crossed and uncrossed her legs as she sat in detainment, bored out of her mind. She spent a few moments playing with her hair, but even that began to irritate her. Emelie reached into her purse, the studded Valentino her mother had given her for her eighteenth birthday a month prior. She pulled out a tube of her favorite lip-gloss and a small mirror, and began slowly applying the lip-gloss, paying careful attention to the curve of her lips, enjoying the fruity taste and shine.

I complimented with a small smile lacing my lips. "Thanks, Baby." He gratefully replied with a megawatt smile full of pride as he gave me a peck on the lips. "Baby,” I giggled as I shook my head at his now shiny lips, “I think your lips are a tad bit too shiny." I said chuckling as I wiped the lip gloss of his lips with the pad of my thumb. "Thanks, My Love." He leaned in for a kiss on my cheek. The soft sound of little feet gracing the wooden floors had us turning to our little princess.

She looked at herself in the mirror and gave a small smile, pleased with how everything came together and looked good. When Lina was done, she set the brush back down on the table and smiled at Morvienne through the mirror. "You're all done," she said happily. "Thank you," Morvienne muttered while smiling. She was about to stand up when Lina suddenly stopped her. "Wait. One more thing." "Hm?" Morvienne sat back down, not fully getting it until Lina picked up a small tube of lip gloss from the dressing table. She carefully applied a light layer to Morvienne's lips, making her lips look soft and quite inviting.

Mel said with excitement. "Well, I hope so.” I replied with uncertainty. Inside another cabinet, I found beautiful necklaces that looked radiant, even in the dim light. I traced my fingers along one with a red stone in every point, surrounded by silver diamonds. Unable to resist, I put it around my neck. On the upper shelf there were high quality lip shades and makeup boxes. I applied a dark orange lipstick and smiled vibrantly at my reflection. "You look gorgeous,” Mel said, making me blush.

He'd only been kissing me but I could feel dampness on my thong. The kiss went on for about two minutes and then he broke it, both our chests rising and falling as we tried to catch our breath. He frowned, staring at my lips. “I ruined your lipstick.” I chuckled cause he looked too serious saying that. “It doesn't matter. I love kissing you.” “I do too, amore mio, and I'm glad you do but I wasn't thinking and now I've wiped off your lipstick.” “Lip gloss combo,” I corrected as if that was important right now. “And seriously, babe. It's not a big deal. I brought my lip combo set.”

But last year I had told her that she wasn’t old enough and that she would be this year. She puckered her lips as I applied the pink with white glitter lipgloss. I figured lipgloss was the best thing to start with, as it would teach her that lipstick is easier to put on than to keep on. In my experience it was also the easiest to wash out of clothes, so that was a nice bonus too.

There, I've braided it out like Mama used to do for me and it makes so much difference on my face. It's no hidden knowledge that I'm rather thin and scrawny for a 13 year old. Thankfully, I'm tall and as they say creepy, so none of the kids really come close to me. My cheeks and under eyes are hollowed out and my lips are dry and pale against my face. For as long as I can remember now, I've carried this same haunted look in my eyes and it makes me wonder if it'll ever change. The possibility really does seem faraway. I reach for the lip gloss I had picked from the playground yesterday when it had fallen from one of the girl's bags, Marge. It's clear with a subtle pink hue, and there are tiny

I rolled my eyes and dropped my phone, ignoring the chimes from messages that poured in as I applied mascara on my lids and faintly carved my already thick brows to add more lushness to it. I stood in front of my mirror as I contemplated on what to use on my lips. A red lipstick or lipgloss? Lip gloss would make me look like an innocent child and a red lipstick would have everyone looking at me. For fuck's sake, I am not the version of Gal Gadot from Red Notice. Lip gloss it was. After applying, I smacked my lips and smiled at my image in front of the mirror. I looked really beautiful today. My hair was a huge contrast to the dress but it didn't matter now that it was curled into beach waves

Her hair was pulled to a side and she was wearing those dazzling butterfly earrings, her pouting lips which were a shade of red looking very seductive. Her caption read, "Love Maquillage's Velvet Rose Series: Beautiful red lips are your weapon to seduction! For a moisturizing and long-lasting beauty, come find me if you are interested, it's just 399 dollars with postage!" The text was followed by a narcissistic emoji. The second post was from the day before, which was a picture of a gourmet dinner. "Food is the best medicine! I shall enjoy this first and think about losing weight later!" The text ended with a large smiley face and a cute crying emoji.

wasn't very tasty, but her lips were scrumptious! Ariel gritted her teeth. What nonsense. He'd eaten her cosmetics. How tasty could that be? Ariel felt she couldn't let him have anymore for his own sake. "My lips are very dry, so I need a special lip gloss to keep them moisturized. It's not edible, so I don't think you should kiss me anymore." Christin immediately became angry. "Impossible! I have to kiss you! What lousy lip gloss is this? Can't you just use the type that's moisturising and edible?"