Novel & Cerita Earth Goddess Makeup

I can’t help but obey the goddesses, I am sure that is what they are. I open my eyes and finish my cleansing bath, feeling a glow of radiant energy through me. I towel off and massage the fragrant oils into my skin, pulling a towel around me, I enter Rayanne’s bedroom, where Rayanne, Alicia and Storm are waiting for me. The ladies assist me into the creamy woven hooded robes and Storm brushes my hair while Alicia paints my face…a simple crescent moon on my forehead and iridescent shimmer on my eyes with a gloss for my lips that smells of roses and vanilla with a hint of honey. Rayanne placed the wreath of herbs and flowers upon my head and we all walk out to the backyard where Amylia and Kur

That putrid, rot-smelling bastard. I wrinkled my nose. “Ew,” I muttered, barely containing my disdain as I waved away the swirling images of his writhing form. “Verenya!” I called out across the aether. The Earth Goddess appeared beside me in a shimmer of green and gold, her hair woven with vines, her presence grounding. Her gaze met mine and she nodded before I could even speak. “He’s moving again.” “I felt it too,” she said, her voice like rustling leaves. “He’s angry. Desperate.”

I say. She cocks her head at me, the shadows now replaced by mischievous little devils out to taunt the fuck out of me. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you to succumb to my irresistible allure along the way.” I laugh and shake my head. “I’ll be fine. It should pass quickly. It’s not… a natural heat.” “What?” “Vesta. The earth goddess. She triggers it sometimes.” Those little devils are having an orgy, and I can see her gears turning, cooking up a storm inside her skull. “Oh. Doesn’t that mean-”

It was be amazing. A dream. My gaze falls from the top of the wall to the group of women gathered at the exit. Kaleb hangs back while the women move forward, dipping their fingertips in oil that they then rub over my skin. Beads of shell and bone–meticulously carved into the cycles of the moon–are threaded through my hair. They work in silence, their fingers deft, and within minutes, I am decorated and ready to serve at the Goddess’s altar.

I nodded and smiled at her. “Thank you for always standing up for me” and Keisha smiled. “Common, take a look at my masterpiece, trust me you'll be a walking temptation tonight, you won't even remember that bitch” I laughed and stood up to look at the makeup. I was totally in awe of how light and fragile it made my face look. The blush made my green jade eyes stand out. “What the hell did you use, I look so glassy and I feel like I'm going to break if I touch my face” I said and Keisha chuckled.

(Annabell POV) “Get off me! Ugh! No, not that colour! How do you think that’d work with my flowers? Seriously?!” Damn stupid make-up artist obviously has no idea! Where the hell did my mother find this woman? Useless! Absolutely useless! I waft her away with the make-up brush covered in emerald green eye shadow; this is MY day and I expect to look the part. I want to be a goddess and cause everybody’s heads to turn, and jaws to drop.

(Annabell POV) “Get off me! Ugh! No, not that colour! How do you think that’d work with my flowers? Seriously?!” Damn stupid make-up artist obviously has no idea! Where the hell did my mother find this woman? Useless! Absolutely useless! I waft her away with the make-up brush covered in emerald green eye shadow; this is MY day and I expect to look the part. I want to be a goddess and cause everybody’s heads to turn, and jaws to drop.

Tonya says correcting me and it all made sense now with the amazing cream she had given me to heal my bruise. “So, you are able to embrace both your sides?” I asked her wondering if and how she does it, and that maybe she could help me try and learn how to do it myself. If we were going to save Bishop, there was a possibility that my Goddess’ side would be able to come to good use in doing so. It would be an element of surprise that Tristan would never see coming since none of my ancestors were able to harvest its powers.

Unfazed, she reached for her makeup, the routine serving as a form of armor against the weariness etched on her face. The soft strokes of foundation, concealer, and mascara became a delicate dance, each application a step towards presenting a composed exterior. Ava's makeup today was more than usual, a subtle attempt to mask the traces of fatigue and emotional turmoil. She skillfully transformed the canvas of her face, the mirror reflecting a version of herself that belied the inner turmoil.

That was what I needed to activate in order to defeat the goddess of transformation. I had to create a natural counterpart so that the goddess would be unable to transform, so I ran and consulted with whom I needed to consult. Amphisa, the goddess of creation, looked at me with a frown. She was a tall, imposing woman with blonde hair and golden eyes that reminded me that she had created the shapeshifters. I bowed my head with a hint of respect and looked at her seriously. “I need to make a query,” I said to the goddess Amphisa, and she smiled pityingly at me.