Funny Fake Eyelashes Meme Novels & Stories

"I… Don't we need to do a paternity test?" Mom and Dad exchanged glances with each other before smiling. "Of course not. You have my eyes and your mother's nose," Dad said. "Also," Mom chimed in while touching a tiny mole in my eyebrow. "This is a birthmark. Every member of the Sullivan family has it." Dad moved closer to me, so I could get a better look. As expected, he had a small mole in his eyebrow too. My heart dropped back into my chest. Mom looked at me with a heartbroken expression as she told me about my history and their backgrounds.

Just treat these pranks as a high school trick and ignore them. Today, I'm not sure what bad ideas they have in mind. Amelia squinted at me. Her make-up was exaggerated, and her thick false eyelashes resembled two black caterpillars. The lines at the end of the eyeliner rise upward, almost to fly into the hair on the temples. When she saw me, she winked at Shirley, and they took a step back to the left and right of the gate, leaving a gap open for only one person. So, I grazed their shoulders and went into the dressing room.

Damn her even her laugh is so fake . Fakeness dripped from her face . I look at Saad who could care less …. typing something in his laptop unaware of his surroundings . Putting coffee in front of them I was about to go but she held my wrist . " Come on Meerab…. Aren't you going to greet me ??" She batted her fake eyelashes . I know what she is trying to do . Making my life miserable in school, it wasn't enough for her . I flash her a fake smile " Your too much perfume makes me vomit " I said in a sickly sweet voice .

He even held his stomach and shook with mirth, before wiping invisible tears from his eyes. "Ah, you remind of your uncle back in the day, Aleksander. You're funny, I think I like you", He finished wiping fake tears of laughter from his eyes. "That's a great point. With the money you're putting down, I think we can convince her. Anything else?"

“I came to check something, and you didn’t disappoint. You finally proved nice and clear that you just used me in both our lives. Seven days of fake love in a brothel. That would make a wonderful title for a movie, wouldn’t it?” I peered into her eyes, propping myself on my elbow. Tracing her neckline with my free hand, I said. “You started a fake mate bond with me in this life, Dia. Everything about our relationship in this life had been fake from the very beginning. So, yes, you can call me fake and my heart faker. But never question my love for you because in this completely fake me, loving you was the only genuine thing I could manifest.” She clapped, “your words. I must applaud you. You

"But the look on your face just now was absolutely priceless. Your eyebrows went straight into your hairline." A sudden, unexpected laugh bubbles up past my lips, the sound surprising even myself as the absurdity of the fake fact hits me. I reach across the table, playfully swatting at his forearm. "That is terrible! You said it with so much confidence, I actually believed you for a second."

Lucy watched as one of the extras—Meredith? Marianne?—slid her hand up Hayden’s arms and batted her fake eyelashes. Not that Lucy had anything against fake eyelashes, but this M-named woman looked so fake overall that the eyelashes were the cherry on top. “If you glare any harder, you’re going to singe a hole in her arm,” said Erin. “I’m not glaring.” “Okay. Staring, gazing upon. Whatever term you wanna use, babe. But don’t be too obvious.”

Rex asked, trying to look over her shoulder. After a few seconds and a little bit of grunting, lacey sat back up and looked at Rex with a huge grin, “There, that’s better.” She had removed the large eyelashes herself, which left her eyelids red and her eyes watery, just the look on Lacey’s face made Rex start laughing. “Now that’s an awesome look” Rex chuckled, lifting a small silver shiny plate, so Lacey could see herself in its reflection. Once she saw what Rex had seen, she also started to chuckle, even she had to admit she looked quite funny at that moment, red puffy eyes from tearing off the fake lashes, her watery eyes making the eyeliner run a little.

Can I ever be this happy, too? His eyes slowly flutter open. After he blinks a few times, his gaze snaps to my phone, and a fire burns in his eyes. Through our link, his voice booms, “What are you doing? Why are you recording me?” Even though I want to keep recording him, I quickly stop and shove my phone back in my pocket. “Sorry. You were just too cute. I had to record it. No one will ever believe me otherwise.”

Every social media platform she was on had exploded overnight, her name tagged in threads, reposted in stories, and plastered in news headlines. Some were screenshots of her face from last night’s live stream; others were clips, cut short, slowed down, zoomed in on every blink, every twitch of her lip, every falsely sweet smile. #LilaTheLiar was trending number two nationwide. #FakeApology was number three. She scrolled, her stomach sinking. “I can’t believe she thinks we’re stupid enough to buy that ‘I was just stressed’ excuse.” “Her crocodile tears were embarrassing.” “Sis should’ve stayed offline if she couldn’t even fake sincerity right.”