Novel & Cerita Does Mia Goth Have Eyebrows

Mia closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair: “It's all too simple for me.” Matthew: "Looks like the long time spent writing novels and screenplays hasn't diminished my intelligence." Mia opened her eyes and glared at him. … Second, Mia wears a light brown suit of the same color as her brother's suit, both of their clothes are tailor-made so the quality is extremely good, and the size is just right for them. Mia is standing in front of the mirror to pull her hair up and apply a little lipstick on her tense lips, her cold face even sharper. Her eyes were still cold and devoid of any emotion.

I suddenly feel the blush creeping on my cheeks, I shake my head at my silliness and climb into the bath, laying my head against it, closing my eyes for a bit. ***_*** "Mia! Mia! MIA!" I hear my mother calling for me. "Yes mom?" I scream back from my bathroom "The guest are arriving, get your ass down here this second Missy, no more hiding" I roll my eyes "Coming" I yell out, wait shit, I must have dozed off if the guests are arriving already. Getting out and getting dressed, leaving my long black hair down, not in the mood for any make up just pinching my cheeks, looking in the mirror satisfied.

"Maa? Why are you up here?" I asked and my eyebrows knotted in confusion, but she didn't reply. She just quitely shut the door of my room behind her and sat stiffly on the edge of my bed. "I want to talk to you, Mia. I suppose you're not doing anything important," she said and I nodded until I realized that how she used to dislike when I nodded and didn't give a proper response. "Nothing necessary," I muttered and hid the glittery, purple nailpaint under the sheets of my bed.

I’m not the biggest fan of introductions, but I consider this necessary: Mia aka Marissa Stephanopolis is my best friend. I met her in ninth grade, which was after I had met Cam and Vicky. Mia has curly chestnut hair that is quite as rebellious as she is, with dark eyes and olive-toned skin in addition to an amazing figure that I envy very much. She is a very unusual kind of pretty. You couldn’t describe it, but you were drawn to her. It’s like each feature of hers plays a part in her looks, that if you are to take even one away, it’d make a huge difference. She is -- well, she isn’t exactly a mean person -- but rather straightforward, sarcastic and someone who doesn’t stand drama. Let’s jus

"I'm sure that once he finds his mate, his womanizing will stop. Until then, let's hope he doesn't get anyone pregnant. My mom is too young to be a grandma." Mia nudged me, bringing me back to the present. "So," she drawled, "has any guy caught your eye?" "Why the hell would you ask me that?" I said as though the mere thought of being intimate with guys disgusted me. "I'm not supposed to like boys, remember?" Mia made a hmm sound. Then she got a strand of her ginger hair out of her face. Unlike me, Mia opted for rose gold highlights, which made her hair pop.

“We will not. Not before our goal is accomplished.” Power stirred behind me. Soft. Controlled. Dangerous. I knew before I turned. Footsteps echoed lightly across the stone floor. Mia emerged from the inner corridor. She was dressed simply, no crown, no ceremonial markings, yet the hall reacted as if lightning had struck. Her hair fell loose down her back, darker now. Darker than I gave ever seen it. Her skin bore faint traces of the witch marks that still surfaced when her magic stirred. They were delicate and luminous patterns that glowed and faded like breath. Her eyes… silver. Not fully. Not always. But enough.

Just then a knock came on the door before it opened, and the most gorgeous creature Gio had ever seen walked in the room. Mia was nothing short of a true Greek goddess as far as Gio could see. Her hair and eyes were dark, almost black. Her olive complexion was smooth and creamy. She was around five foot six feet tall and built like an hourglass, with perfect handful sized breasts and a tiny waist. Her hips and ass were full and the perfect handful as well. Gio could feel his cock wake up at her entrance. The hint of her perfume wafted to him on the air as she entered. "You sent for me Mister Branson?"

Mia paused with the eyeliner trapped between her fingers. “Believe whatever you want” I joked. “You know you are under my mercy, right?” “Talking like I can’t decide to go to the book launch with a bare face. I have a great skin you know” I winked at her. “Keep that ugly of face of yours let me finish what I’m doing” She placed one hand on my head while the other carefully drew a line on my eyelid. “Why do you want a man when you have one already?”

Gulping,I hear the women's footsteps coming closer. " Any issues ma'am?" " Hmm" She barely says stepping in front of me. And I keep my head lowered. When all of a sudden, she tugs on my chin. Pushing it up and I keep in the gasp. Staring right into his eyes. Don't..move ..Mia... don't move. Her eyes were a shade of purple and I won't lie. I have never seen anyone with this eye colour ever before.Continuing to stare at her without blinking. I see her nod at me.

Mia's bright smile and infectious laughter drew to us. She was a stunning blonde with long, sun-kissed hair that cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled with warmth and friendliness as she engaged in conversation with Alexis. Mia's features were delicate yet striking, with high cheekbones and a petite nose. She had a radiant glow about her, exuding confidence and poise. Her American accent was evident in her speech, and I could tell she was someone who was comfortable in her own skin.