Funny Fake Eyelashes Meme Novels & Stories

ARTEMISIA “You need to obey me for once and stay out of trouble.” Sin rasped. “But I did nothing wrong,” I mumbled, eyeing him. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from laughing as he glared at me. He didn't look angry to me, rather he was cute. His lashes were ridiculously long for a man. Most women I knew had falsies on, whereas Sin had them in abundance. I was among the women that had scanty lashes, but I don't like using artificial ones. I'd rather use mascara than burden myself with it.

Quickly, she covers it up with a weak smile. "I have hope" she mutters lowly with fake enthusiasm. "pfft" she waves me off with her right hand, like I'm the one sputtering nonsense. "Who needs eyes when I have this" She nudges her old man who tries to hide his pain with a fake laugh. "Am I right?" she asks but no one says a thing. For a dead second, no sound can be heard. Her fake smile crumbles. "Right?" she says, louder with annoyance hitting the edge.

Only his ex-wife - was not her usual dolled up self. Sure, her makeup was still plastered all over her face, and her lips were her favorite cherry red colour, but her false lashes were off and her eyes were red and swollen. Tears poured down her cheeks as she cried and mumbled words he could not hear, addressing her followers. She blew her nose into a handkerchief from time to time, before breaking down into another hilarious series of tears. He scoffed, and shrugged his shoulders. "You know, if I didn't know her, I would think this is all real."

He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable. They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating. She looked away before he saw her looking. Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed. "Don't," Ava said. "I didn't say anything." "You were about to." "I was about to say that you did the face." "I don't have a face." "The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."

It was Slyvester who answered his question. “Hello, Vincent! Kyle and I will disguise ourselves as girls. Aren’t we pretty?” Slyvester blinked cutely, causing one of his fake eyelashes to fall. “Oh gosh. The glue isn’t effective. Should we use super glue instead?” Slyvester asked Kyle as he picked up the eyelashes. “Do you want your whole real lashes gone?” Slyvester imagined how he looks without lashes. Then he laughed, “That would be funny! Pffft…!”

Xander agreed to my idea. I grabbed my things and moved to the other table just beside his. After that, I did not bother Xander and simply search on the web or watched some random science experiment videos. Then, as I got bored, I went to Twitter and began to scroll on the latest new trends. Felisha and Gabrielle is still the number one trend while peacock Lashes is the second. As disturbing as this sounds, I got curious and began to read the tags about peacock lashes. Surprisingly, I got a few hateful comments for somehow promoting animal cruelty for using peacock feathers for lashes.

Sara smiles before accepting it, “Can you explain her lashes? Did she have long lashes? Short lashes? Fake ones? Dramatic lashes?” Dramatic lashes? What in the world does that even mean? “Her lashes were of average.” I answered. She nods as she kept on moving her pencil over the pad and it is making me anxious and somewhat excited for the outcome of the drawing she is doing. “Did she have lashes on her lower lid?” I nod. “Yep. Just enough strands to make her eyes emphasized.” “Did she have a high cheekbone? Or like very prominent ones like one of those things that celebrities get after Botox?” She questions.

Bailey smiles at me, but it doesn't reach her eyes and is fake as fuck. Looks like it's a night for bitches.

He pinched his nose and pretended to have inhaled something foul. “What the hell are you babbling about, Jase? We're in a pub, of course, it reeks of liquor, but it doesn't mean it's me, you dimwit!” She seized a lemon from the table's ledge and flung it at him. Olivia's outraged expression made him laugh. “Come on, I'm trying to make a joke!” Oliv continued to throw every lemon she could collect from the table, as Jase yelled. “Most of the time, your jokes make no sense at all!” she howled at him, then turned to face me. “By the way, Shane, we'll be going to the dance floor,” Oliv announced, hiccupping, indicating that she had consumed too much alcohol.

They went to a upscale hair salon called The Hair Company. Bradley did all the talking while she sat in the salon chair pretending the way they discussed her like she wasn't there didn’t bother her. An hour later, Elayna’s locks were no longer above the shoulder or blonde. Her hair was back to the long, raven black locks that curled slightly at the ends. In the end she was back to wearing her red lipstick and fake eyelashes. He was changing her back to his ‘perfect’ toy.