Gene Simmons Makeup Novels & Stories

"We should at least put up a happy front. I'm grateful for the summer sun and this trip is what I've been looking forward to all week." Stephanie smiled softly before turning to answer him, "Well is this face happy looking enough?" He looked at her momentarily, then grinned and said, "You need to broaden that smile of yours if you don't want the sunshine to beat you to it." *** Meanwhile, back at the Solomon's mansion, Simone was ready and waiting for Simon in the garden to finish dressing up. She was cladded in a black short gown that accentuated her curves. The sun filtered through the shaded maple she stood under for shade. A lone leaf from the breathing its last dropped dead in front of

I just don’t like it that her voice is so chirpy. It’s unnatural for people to be this happy in the morning, especially when the day started out less than stellar. She has dark blonde hair pulled up in a messy chignon, a tight blouse and ass-hugging skirt that makes her look like she’s cosplaying a naughty secretary, with brown eyes. The young woman is hell in heels, showing off her long legs. I frown. “The company has a dress code, Ms Simons.” She nods, that smile still plastered on her lips. “Right. White dress shirt and dark slacks.”

I aimed to reach Simeon's place, take Sasha, and ensure she got to school. Venita!" Simeon exclaimed, brimming with excitement as she spotted me. "I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday," she said, her sea-blue eyes focused on me. Her long, raven-dark hair, getting all the way down to her waist, bounced as she enthusiastically greeted me. Simeon had a slender figure with graceful curves, and she radiated beauty. Her smile was infectious, showcasing immaculate teeth. If she ever considers modeling, she will be in the tier of supermodels in no time.

“That motherfucker is gonna shit a diamond when he sees you. If he doesn’t fall over, I will.” I smile, just a little. “Let him.” Jenna raises her mimosa. “To badass bitches in black.” We all clink glasses. The makeup artist quietly dabs powder along my jaw, pretending not to listen, but I see the way her eyes flick toward the mirror. I sit still while she works on my face. My skin is glowing, my cheekbones sharp, my lips brushed in a soft rose. Nothing too bridal. Just enough to make someone stare.

I knew instantly who'd done it. Before long, the Internet was piling on. "Ten years is more than enough to leave someone in the dust. Mark seriously thinks he can beat Jerome? The same guy he personally shipped overseas to study? What a joke." Then one comment caught my attention. "Is it just me, or is he actually the guy who used to simp for the Burkes' long-lost daughter they just found?" "Nah, you've got it wrong. That's the Swain heir. Why would he be simping for her?"

she asked. “Do I look like I wear makeup?” Simon shot back. “Well, no, but that’s a sexist benefit,” she said. “No woman could use that without ruining her face.” “That’s sexist—assuming all women wear makeup when they travel.” She scowled. “You’re not allowed to call me sexist. You’re a man.” “Is that right?” he asked. Her nose crinkled as she smiled at the screen. “Shut up and show me the rest.”

And why did it feel as though since school resumed, she had been a completely different person. “Isn't Simon also the assistant CEO of Beauty blossom? The famous skincare brand in country B?” Lena asked, browsing through her phone for more info as though Simon wasn't seated at the table in person. “Tsk…you're just figuring that out?” He snorted, lifting his chin high enough to touch the ceiling.

She handed him the high heels and he slipped them on. "OK, let's go" Simon said. "Wait a minute there big boy" Gina said holding her hand out. "You are going to need some makeup. And we have to do something about that hair." "Oh... yeah" Simon said looking in the mirror. "So tell me about this doctor" Simon asked while riding in the car. His makeup was perfect. He was still getting used to wearing lip gloss. "Don't worry honey, she will know just what to do" Gina said smiling.

I can’t believe celebrities and rich people do this daily. Sergio finally emerges from the closet with a bright blue dress that I never tried on at the shop. How many extra dresses did they add? I only picked out three. He then returns to the closet and brings out an iridescent grey dress, also one I didn’t try on, and finally, a third dress, a deep crimson one, appears. Simone stands back, “C’est magnifique!” I look at myself in the mirror. She has done a fantastic job of highlighting me, not covering me up in layers of makeup but accentuating my face.

I say, and he giggles shyly. "You look handsome too. I mean beautiful, not handsome. It's not that you're not handsome, but you're a girl, and you can't be handsome. You're beautiful. You're really beautiful, and I really, really like your dress," Simon stutters as he speaks, and he looks so cute doing it. "Thank you; I really appreciate it. And Bubbles made this gown for me; she stuck a lot of needles while measuring me, but it was all worth it," I say, and he gasps, showing off his empty two front teeth.