Gene Simmons Makeup Novels & Stories

I couldn't tell if he was upset because he might've hurt me, or because the ashtray now had blood on it. "I'm not a soldier," I said. Speaking tugged at the muscles in my forehead, sending another jolt of pain through me. My face must've looked awful—contorted and pale. Behind him stood Rhyn—the woman from the night before. She curled her lip at me like I was something sour she'd accidentally tasted. Her lace camisole slipped from one shoulder, skin gleaming like milk, lips glossed and parted in suggestion. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what had happened between them before I arrived.

Simon was every single thing that women wanted, apparently, and he couldn’t blame Reena at all for her immediate reaction to the guy. Simon was as tall and broad as Mitch, and as strong and lethal in the ring. More so, if Mitch was being totally honest with himself. But it was his face that really drove women and sponsors crazy: the guy was nothing short of male model material, and even Mitch could see that Simon was fucking gorgeous. Flashing brown eyes, wide grin, white teeth. His nose had been expertly reset every time that it had been broken, and it was as chiseled as the rest of him. Sponsors were fighting to the death for him to promote their clothes, equipment, cars, watches. Every si

At least I could see what's she's feeling inside. Wow. She's wearing a silver dress that shows all her curves on the sides. I wanna touch it or maybe just feel her a little bit more. That is impossible now that I messed. Now that she hates me. But she looks so good and beautiful. She bites on her lips, not in a seductive way but just in a what-do-I-say way. “Simon, what are you doing here?” Is she wearing make up? Obviously, she doesn't need it but she's looks stunning. Even in a weary eyes, she looks pretty.

"Can't we just... I don't know, breathe for five minutes?" She gasped, putting a hand dramatically over her heart. "Breathe? Breathe? Lia, this is the kind of thing people throw massive celebrations for. Gender reveals! Baby showers! Mini cupcakes with tiny shoes on them!" "I don’t even know what half of that means," I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair. "That’s why you have me," Simone said brightly. "You're an unpaid party consultant slash hype woman." The thing about Simone was that she was very excited. Once she got this excited, there was no going back. It just stayed that way until she got it all out of her system. It was something I accepted about my best friend a long time ago

I completely do not recognize the girl staring back at me. My hair is tied up in a loose chignon bun. The eyeliner shapes out the whole of my eyes, making them stand out on it's own. I rub my lips together, feeling the smooth texture of the nude lipstick generously applied on my lips. My eyelashes surprisingly becomes longer with the mascara dabbed into it. I couldn't stop checking myself out. "Cory's going to be so whipped when he sees you tonight," Simone grins at me, hoping it'll lift my mood but it doesn't.

Substance. Lying on his bed, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, Simon browsed through various female streamers on his laptop. His gold-rimmed glasses glinted under the reading lamp. One after another, he swiped left, unimpressed. The filters were cranked too high. Most of the women wouldn’t look half as good in real life. At thirty-two, Simon had the air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to be immune to superficial charm.

Her lips, painted in a shade of subtle pink, curve into a satisfied smirk as she tilts her head to admire her reflection. Her assistant, a young woman with a meek demeanour and wide, nervous eyes, stands beside her, clasping a makeup brush. “You look just perfect, ma’am,” the assistant says, her voice almost reverent. “Of course I do,” Sophia replies, her tone dripping with confidence. She adjusts a strand of her glossy chestnut hair, styled into voluminous waves cascading down her back. Her smirk widens as she leans closer to the mirror, the diamond earrings adorning her ears catching the light.

Forever. A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Before I could answer, the door creaked open, and Simone stepped inside, her expression warm but still tinged with the seriousness her new role demanded. “You look breathtaking,” she said, her voice soft as she closed the door behind her. She wore her ceremonial robes, a deep Crimson that complemented her dark hair and the faint golden glow that now seemed to follow her everywhere. I turned to her, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to spill. “Do I? I feel like a bundle of nerves wrapped in lace.”

"That was before. I am now disfigured..." Simon skimmed her cheek with his finger. She was the woman in his heart... and she would always the most beautiful woman in his eyes. "Disfigured? Are you referring to this scar? You don't know yourself very well. It's beautiful...it doesn't affect your beauty at all..." After thinking for a while, he frowned more tightly and narrowed her eyes. "Who did you learn makeup from? Don't put on too much makeup... Why do you want to look so beautiful in front of others?"

“Do you want me to cancel the date? I’ll do it if it means I’ll lose our friendship if I go out with her. I mean, technically, she is the mother of your child, and you’re cohabitating. It was inevitable that you’d fall for her. Tell me what to do, Anthony.” *** “You know, there is a little invention called a spoon, right?” I asked, holding out a pink color-changing spoon to my daughter. She accepted it and threw it on the floor. “No, ma’am,” Simone chastised as she entered the kitchen, her heels clicking against the polished tile. I would’ve laughed at the “oh shit” face Nori made, but I was too mesmerized by Simone’s appearance to react appropriately. She wore a black spaghetti-strap dress