Gene Simmons Makeup Novels & Stories

I nodded, pretending I wasn’t already overwhelmed. Dr. Simons was sitting behind a large oak desk when I walked in, and the first thing I noticed was how kind her smile looked the moment our gaze met. She had short, silver-streaked hair that was neatly styled, and her glasses perched delicately on her nose. Her hazel eyes were warm and there was this genuine sweetness about her, like she truly cared. “Miss Harrison, please have a seat,” She said, gesturing to the chair across from her.

"You're amazing, ma'am! Sending this poison to the ladies from other clubs while we only take photos for publicity… Still, Simon York is really getting out of line! The last time, one of our sisters was disfigured because of the crap he brought in. This batch looks even worse—" "Shush! The walls have ears. And I heard that Simon York is plenty influential—he'll have your tongue cut off if you rub him up the wrong way!" - Two days later, Simon held the launch conference as scheduled. "Haha! First off, I must thank the media for coming. The skincare products we're bringing to the market today have been developed by a professional team our company put together. The development itself has seen a

I had finally found my target. A breeze lifted the ends of his silver-white hair, revealing a striking face. His skin was pale and luminous, his frame tall and slender, his whole presence cool and distant. What made my excitement spike even more was how much he resembled my real-life idol, Wayne—top celebrity, national heartthrob, the man I had fangirled over for three whole years. It looked like the developers had modeled the game’s male lead after him. So there I was, a fresh college graduate, enrolling back into high school just to get close to him.

"What? Why would I admit that when it's not even true?" Simone sat up straight with a terrified face and then patted her hair, wiping her face, trying to imitate me. "Shit! He's here. How do I look? I hope I look good." She even went as far as to adjust her boobs and then blinked looking around clearly trying to imitate me, then she turned to me with a flat face. "Sure you don't like him." Her voice dripped with excess sarcasm. I glared at her. "I didn't look like that and I definitely didn't touch my chest like that."

The actual multiple award-winning Simone Powers! “Oh my goodness, it’s you!” Adonia exclaimed. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realize earlier.” Her radiant smile only intensified, revealing her pearly white teeth. They were a beautiful contrast to her ebony skin. “Oh, indeed it is. Honey, I must say, you look like a whole snack this evening,” Simone gushed in genuine admiration. It was no wonder why she was one of the most loved personalities in the entertainment industry. She twirled her finger around. “Do a 360 for me, would ya?”

Gemma says Between her and Aylin, I have to say they did not disappoint. My makeup was dark and smoky, with just a little eyeliner to make my eyes pop, dark red lipstick, and just a light blush to add some color to my pale face. Aylin didn't go all out with contouring my face like she wanted to; she just used concealer under my eyes and a light face powder. Gemma had some of my hair braided into a crown that she laced some baby's breath and lavender flowers into, and the rest cascaded down my back in loose curls.

Negotiations, flights, even my so-called coffee breaks got eaten alive by paperwork. People at work started calling me 'Iron Woman.' I just snorted. "Better than wasting time on drama." The Chat Feed couldn't shut up: [Queen Ley's career arc is unstoppable!] [Girlboss script unlocked!] [Meanwhile Shay's face-planting in liquor. Karma's on point!] Then some finance channel invited me for an interview. I showed up in a razor-sharp suit, cool as ice, not a single crack of heartbreak left. The host leaned in all smiles. "Ms. Landon, how'd you pull off a business miracle this fast?"

"You, child, sometimes think too much before doing things, leaving people unsure of what to say. Your uncle has no children, you are his only relative. If you need help, just say the word." Paige nodded and finished the drink in her cup, "I won't be polite to you." She chatted with Simeon for a bit and then headed back to that private room. Simeon raised his hand and patted her shoulder, "Go ahead, I came here to meet with business partners too." Paige gave Simeon a few bottles of good wine, even though she knew he didn't need them, but it was a gesture from a younger generation. Simeon chuckled and waited for her to leave, the smile on his face slowly fading away.

Todd asks, looking towards Simone. “Makeup and hair” she answered, sitting down in front of Tiffany. Her makeup was applied by her best friend. Once done; she places her hair into the blonde wig. “And there you have it; Leona Simmons is born.”

"You asked them to leave?', he demands, his tone sharp, cutting through the air. "I'd like to get ready alone", I say, my voice calm but firm. "My makeup is done, my outfit's ready, which means they're finished… and so are you, Mr. Simons. Out". He smirks, stepping closer, his presence imposing. "I like Mrs. Simons. I like very much". I want to tell him he won't like it for much longer, but I hold back. Why spoil the fun? As he leaves, I quickly finish getting ready, slipping into the sleek black outfit. The jewelry, shoes, and purse the stylist chose are perfect for what I have in mind.