Funny Fake Eyelashes Meme Novels & Stories

Kayla breathed out and I breathed out a small laugh. “We literally texted today, Kay.” I pointed to her on a small huff and watched as she rolled her eyes almost immediately before tugging one of her hands from mine, and I watched as she used her finger to stroke them over one of her artificial eye lashes, which I had a feeling had been trying to get into her eyes.

he says catching on really quickly. “No, I can’t, I have a guest” she says. “Oh, I don’t know. One of those ones that don’t feel confident to show their real face” she pretends to whispers. “I had to tell her that her fake lashes weren’t on properly, poor thing she might need glasses too” River continues, she can smell and feel the anger rolling off of Stacey now.

Ashley bowed her head, money fell into her eyes, Ashley's pupils shrank, all her movements fell into Milan's eyes, and a dark light appeared in the bottom of the man's eyes. Raising her head again, Ashley blinked a few times, an increasingly larger curve appeared at the corner of her mouth, revealing a set of fake fangs that matched the clown's exaggerated crimson lips, causing a smile. Her behavior became extremely humorous. “Ha ha ha… So fun, so fun.” The boy laughed loudly, calling the people next to him to watch: "Hey, do you guys see if she looks like an idiot?" Thick and dark makeup covers Ashley's stiff smile. There were shouts and praise from everywhere. The boys laughed, clapped, an

I don’t understand why men are built prettily. This sicko has the healthiest, longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen in my life, and looking at them makes me want to crawl into his lap and pepper kisses from his forehead to his lashes and then— Woahhh, I shake my head, hoping the thoughts will leave, but it grows even stronger. “Come sit with me.” I hit the button again, feeling the soft buzzing of the elevator before indulging Kade and sitting next to him. “What?” I ask, my eyes trained on the door.

As Scott is out tonight, I decide to use the time wisely. I was my legs, under arms and bikini line; paint my nails, spray on fake tan and inspired by the models in my magazine, I stick on false eyelashes. I end up with three lashes stuck successfully to my lid and so much glue that I look as though I’ve developed cataracts.

“Show me how it’s done, Luna.” I rolled my eyes, but the tip of my lips twitched. I couldn’t deny that the ridiculousness of the situation had me laughing on the inside already. I lifted a hand and pressed it against the water, making exaggerated splashes. Then I tilted my head back, letting out a tiny, fake gasp.

I groused, wrapping my hands around my waist. A smirk crept into his face and he stepped closer. In a fast reflex, his fingers plucked out an eyelash from my eyelid, causing pain to shoot through my body. I gasped in pain and stepped back, rubbing my eyes which were throbbing in pain. "Just a pluck at an eyelash made you cry out in pain, what makes you think I can't break you?" He asked, mockery laced in his voice. "You are just like this eyelash when compared to me," he said, waving the eyelash over my face before flinging it into the air.

I streched my whole body in the warm water and felt fully relaxed. Suddenly I felt the urge to howl, like a wolf does. I closed my eyes and started howling to the light. Suddenly someone opened the door and walked in the bathroom. "What the fuck is going on here?" Damn! I forgot to lock the door. I opened my eyes and saw a hot guy standing at the door, looking furious. He still looked extremely charming even with the cranky look on his face. And his body, woo-hoo! That's really something.

I rolled my eyes pretending to be nonchalant. "No, can't you see, it's eyeshadow? Men, ugh. You guys know nothing about makeup." I muttered trying to sound annoyed and he seemed to buy my lie. "My bad," He mumbled. "So, have you given it a thought?" He came straight to the point. "I think you're crazy, and also I have found my mate, maybe we will live happily ever after," I said with a fake smile. Though it hurts to even blurt those words out knowing what's the truth behind it.

My mom told me to put on some makeup, but she didn't tell me how to apply it, right? Plus, what if I act like a pig and unappealing in front of Al enough so that he would find me creepy and run away himself? A bad idea started to form in my head, and I quickly remembered a silly make-up tutorial that I saw on YouTube. I snatched up my laptop and rushed through some failed tutorials. As instructed, I clicked one and proceeded to get eyeliner and draw an actual cat eye over my lids. On one side of my cheek, I even drew tree whiskers. Then I got some red lipstick and smudged it all over my lips, making sure it didn't follow the shape of my lips. My reflection in the mirror is so absurd that I w