Dear Me Lip Gloss Novels & Stories

I brushed my hair, dried it and tied it up in a ponytail. I personally love my hair up , this way it never linger over my shoulders and neck. I opened the drawer to see if I did something with my face. " Which shade of lipstick will suit me? Red or pink?" I murmured, running my hands on the box of different shades of lipsticks. My lips are naturally pink so I don't prefer to use lipstick, only lip gloss for moisturiser. But today is different, I plan to look gorgeous than anyone here in this mansion.

A ploy to make me forgive him. I ignored the box and took out my notebooks for class. I checked my reflection in the compact mirror. My lipgloss was still glossy. Because my lips were naturally red, I didn’t have to wear lipstick. Just a smattering of fruity flavored lipgloss and I was good to go. I smiled at my appearance and hoped that today would be a good day. As an after thought, I studied the gift box still lying atop my biology textbook. It seemed to call to me, beckoning me to unravel it.

Jax answered back with his voice dripping heavily with sarcasm. “Oh sweet tea and lemon ! Now aren’t you a dear, sarcastic man with the most obnoxious attitude ?” Xel sweetly said while fluttering her eyelashes innocently with a fake smile plastered on her face. “Sorry princess but sarcasm falls out my mouth like stupidity falls out of yours,” he retorted back and smugged when he saw Xel losing her cool.

“Mind making some noise when you are coming?” She pouted her lips in a funny manner. “And this reaction is what I live for.” I teased, pulling her closer to my chest. “You have something on your lips.” I piqued, pointing to the icing on her upper lip. “Ohh..” she made to wipe it with her hand but I stopped her. “Let me.” Slowly, i leaned in and kissed the buttery spread, savouring it's taste with that of her strawberry flavoured lipgloss.

The pearls that were stitched on its surface seemed to wink at me. "There is no need to talk about it. Zedd already apologized and made up for it." I turned away from the mirror. "But I can't stop thanking you for your help that time." "Oh, please." Gloria rolled her eyes and applied maroon lipstick to her lips. She wore a mahogany off-shoulder and maxi long skirt overlaid with a black bustier.

“Let’s see what we got.” The spicy, red concoction glided across her pouty mouth that hardly wore a smile anymore. A dash of sugar and vanilla with the cinnamon and clove this time pulled it all together, and when her smooth pink tongue slid across her lips, she realized she got it nearly perfect this time. Her lips rubbed back and forth through the slickness of the spiced cider-flavored gloss as she pushed the wand inside the tiny glass tube.

The letter said: Dear Liam, Happy birthday to you!!!! You have always been there for me ever since we were young and even if Melissa and the others bully me. You are the best friend I ever had, and I am grateful for that. I am so thankful that I could be friends with you since we were young. The reason I am writing this letter to you is because I wanted to tell you that I love you more than a friend. I hope that you feel the same as what I feel for you. I wanted to tell you this, hoping that we can be together. I love the way you smile at me, especially the dimples. Finally, Happy Birthday to my Liam. Love,

Victor will probably be down here in a few minutes, looking for him. I reach to the coffee table, where I’ve left a tube of my favorite red lip gloss. I quickly apply it, pursing my lips, refusing to think about my reasons for putting it on.

A genuine smile spread across her face that assured me that she wasn’t at all opposed to the idea of spending the rest of her life with me and that made my wolf extremely giddy. Oddly enough, even when her smile dimmed I still focused on her lips in awe at how soft and plump they appeared. Her upper lip was a very faint shade of pink that almost resembled nude while her lower lips were a deep and elegant shade of red, it was absolutely mesmerizing because they were glossed up and I couldn't take my eyes off of them.

“Okay. Lip gloss, concealer. That’s it. What do you think?” She’s holding up a lip gloss labeled Coral Pink. The same shade as the soft, stinging flesh-folds between my legs. I remember the days when I loved putting lip gloss on, because the taste was sweet and I liked licking it off. Now it feels like grease on my mouth. I’d rather wear lipstick. I would. My mother pretties up my face. It doesn’t take long. “You want some wine?” she says. “There’s still some left.” “I’d rather have cocaine.”