Gene Simmons Makeup Novels & Stories

" We wanna give you a surprise, Love. '' Sas says as she rears back to have a clear view of my face. She rubs her thumbs softly at the corners of her eyes. Sas is wearing a long striped dress with heavy makeup. She's looking so beautiful. A huge change in both's dressing sense and lifestyle has brought a huge change in their looks. They're showing her body beautifully. I'm still shy about my body. I can wear shorts and flaunt my legs. That's all, not cleavage. I'm struggling to keep my eyes on their faces. It's something awkward. We didn't grow up like this. Sim draws herself back breaking the hug, " Why are you crying? Are we scaring you with our makeup? " Sim mocks. She's wearing an umbrel

Humans can be very funny when they’re trying to be serious about something they don’t understand. Simone comes out of the bathroom, looking fresh and beautiful, but clearly still miserable. As always, she decided to wear leggings and a t-shirt. I hope that I’ll be able to see her in a dress again one day. Nothing as fancy as Baron’s choices, just a simple sundress will do.

The only jewelry she had on was Seth's Pandora charm bracelet that made him feel close, however far. Make-up guru? To the best of her knowledge, that was a big yes. Confirmed by a lip gloss and flawless saliva-slicked brows, she proudly smiled at herself, "Perfect." Mimie on the other hand held on tight to her ponytail, an overly obscuring tee on jeans and flats in addition to a bare face made up her outfit and made up typical Mimie. Gianna wasn't going to change anything as long as her friend was comfortable. "You ready?" Mimie nodded. "Too bad Adam won't join. I wonder what's keeping that boy home." She hung her purse over a shoulder. "Or is he carrying a big head since Mr. Newt praised hi

Simone I sighed as I brushed my hands down the length of my dress. It was a simple red sequence gown, with very high slit on my right thigh. It was handless and I had worn a push up bra to help push my cleavage a little. My makeup was carefully done, my lip stick matching the color of my dress. My hair was tied in a high bun, with some strands I had curled left to fall on my face. I’ve always known how to do this, dress for an event. It was my role to be a pretty face for society at an event, and put on smiles for everyone. I played it as the heiress of my family, now, I’m playing it as the wife of Nate.

Her dark hair falls glossy over her face, and she's holding court with a pack of drooling sophomore boys who can’t tell if they want to worship her or get out of her way. She looks like she owns the deed to the entire house and might just burn it down if she's bored. “Maxime Tremblay,” Simone announces as I push through, her gaze sweeping down my body with the slow appreciation of someone window-shopping for trouble. “You look like you came here to start shit. Did you come to find Jesus, or lose your religion?” I smirk, grabbing a cup from the pyramid of Solo towers behind her. “Definitely the second one. Maybe both, if he’s got good abs.”

My sister, Bethany, prefers to be called Bee or Bumblebee. “Come in.” I’m just glad she’s the type to knock. As she opens the door, I see her walk in with her all time favorite outfit. I know it well because she has many pairs of the yellow and black bumblebee striped socks and the black short-shorts. The white shirt she wore with it was new though. “You’ll never guess what I heard at school today about your school.” She smirks, “Let me guess,” Axel chips in, “, we’re a bunch of stuck up loons?” Bee laughs, but only because she’s developed a crush on him.

Then she looked away, toward the window, toward the gate at the far end of the drive where three vehicles were still parked from this morning. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll go.” ----- Simone arrived at four the next afternoon with a dress bag, a makeup case, and the efficient energy of a woman who had been managing crises before breakfast. “He said to give you options,” Simone said, laying two garment bags across the bed. “But between us, the navy is the one.” “Why the navy?” “Because it’s serious without trying too hard. And right now you need serious.” Simone looked at her directly. “You’re not going in there as someone who needs to be forgiven. You’re going in as someone who belongs there. The

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.

POV: Simon and I have been friends for a while now. His mom runs FY Glams. It’s a reputable organization that makes expensive, high class jewelry. She has been in the business for a long time and she knows everything there is to know about Jewelries. They have mingled long enough with the elites to be considered one of them. Everyone in our department knew that his mom was a big shot in the jewelry business, so many girls clung to him and tried to use him to climb up the social ladder.

He quickly beckoned for a pretty lady in a tight black body con dress a few meters away to come over. "Mr. Cross, please enjoy this little gift from me. I made sure to prepare the very best for you." He glanced at Damien and smiled. The lady in the black dress was exceptionally beautiful but it was all thanks to the heavy makeup and bright red lipstick. The black dress hugged and outlined her body perfectly, showing her curvy hips and big breast. There wasn't a man who sees her that wouldn't definitely allow her to serve him. However, Damien didn't look at her, he just frowned in disgust and irritation when he heard Simon.