Gene Simmons Makeup Novels & Stories

The next two hours blur together. They perfect the earlier styling into something even more devastating. Hair blown into soft waves with deliberate bedroom mess. Makeup bolder—strong brows, smoky eyes, red lips. Simone pulls out a new crimson dress. "King Knox ripped the other," she says with a knowing look. "This one's better anyway." It's silk, cut to hug every curve, sophisticated but undeniably sexy. My legs still tremble as they zip me in, but I don't mention it.

Simone sat on the stool in front of the large vanity mirror attached to the room with a permanent scowl plastered on her face. The beauticians surrounded her moving their magic wands on her already perfectly shaped structure. She eyed the thick makeup brushes, hair straightener, and curlers, as they worked their way on her elegant face and hair. She limited her deadly looks for Alice and her team while the girls were giving her stern looks so that she’d cooperate. But this was Simone Thompson, someone who lacks the word cooperation from her vocabulary.

‘What? “Miss Simmons?” Sotiria felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. The satisfied smile on her face immediately froze like ice. “The Miss Simmons you just mentioned… What’s her name?” The makeup artist did not notice the change in Sotiria’s expression. She continued mumbling to herself and said, “Miss Simmons’s full name is Charlotte Simmons! I’m not boasting, Miss Green. I really did her makeup before. I’ve been a makeup artist for Miss Larson too. Objectively speaking, now that we’re talking about Miss Simmons, her looks were a whole level above Miss Larson’s. It’s no wonder she was the most wanted socialite at the time. Alas, beautiful women are often plagued by misfortune. Sigh

“Yeah, simple but cute. Hopefully Gavin notices.” She laughed softly. “He will. Just don’t let him catch you staring too obviously.” I pulled out my makeup bag, keeping it natural: bronzer for a sun-kissed glow, soft peach blush, waterproof mascara to avoid clumping near the water, and a swipe of neutral lip gloss. Just enough to highlight me without being over the top. Gemma hummed as she applied her own makeup—soft winged eyeliner, a touch of shimmer, and a light pink lip. “Ready,” she said finally, grabbing her sandals.

Lastly, they did her makeup in a classical sooty eye and red lips. “You look stunning,” Simon told Emma. “Thank you,” Emma told the two girls that had been working on her. “Oh, Honey, you make our job easy. You are a natural beauty and you are sweet as sugar,” Tammy said with a smile. Emma thanked them again and made sure they got a hefty tip as she left to go home and finally see her dress. They dropped Simon off at his new place. He was now living in one of the most central apartment complexes in the city, in a two-bedroom apartment that was almost on par with the mansion when it came to luxuries. Bane was waiting for her as she got back.

Simon stood right in front of me, smiling mischievously as he urged me to show him my new look. "Honey, I-" "Wow...you're so sexy! How long has it been since you've worn clothes like this?" "Maybe it's been five years or—" "Yes, five years. Imagine five years of dressing like a pious middle-aged woman without makeup. You're still young and beautiful, my dear! Dress up and wear your sexy clothes again like when we first started dating!" "What kind of flashy makeup? Look at you now, you're completely bare!" "But you said I'm beautiful even without makeup, right?"

Wren chuckled to Grace who also laughed, causing Simone to fume. “You should take acting classes, star in a movie where you’re the ugly villain. I’ll definitely tune in,” Grace added. “You shut your mouth!” Simone grunted. Simone's eyes darted around the room, seeing all the people staring and the phones subtly angled to catch the moment. She knew she had to be very careful about the way she acted next. She immediately put on a smile and said, “Felix is marrying the Ellington heiress soon. And when that happens our families will own the skyline. And pathetic leeches like you will be scraping our shoes.”

“It goes well with your bone structure. I would say you should keep your hair straight.” Simone nodded in agreement, and then asked tentatively, “Could I have a look now?” “Oh sure,” Heather’s answer was almost immediate. “Maria, be a dear and bring our beautiful goddess a mirror.” Simone was soon left tongue-tied. She hadn’t expected the make-up to make her green eyes pop this much. Even though it was a smokey eye, it wasn’t overly done, and was more on the classy side. Her lips were a deep crimson color which she didn’t dare to use often, but it made her feel gorgeous nonetheless.

She inhaled deeply and tried to regain her composure. Gemma sighed and turned her attention to her client. Nikita Simon was a striking woman who regularly struck fear in those around her. Today, her hair was a wavy lob cut, colored in honey hues. It was a sexy look that contrasted nicely with her dark skin. Her piercing chocolate-brown gaze could render anyone speechless, as could her typically sharp tongue. Her plump lips were painted a glossy brown and set in a hard, displeased line.

Annie, who had been conversing with the Simmons elders, was suddenly ignored. She looked at Renee with displeasure, then leaned slightly towards Carl, saying with a forced laugh, "Mr. Grey, Renee's makeup looks fantastic today. Unlike me, I barely know how to apply makeup. I just put on some sunscreen before coming. Looks like I need to learn a thing or two from Renee."