Gene Simmons Makeup Novels & Stories

“Gross.” “If he were here, and you’d hadn’t met him yet, he might have latched onto Amanda, Bri, or even Kirsten.” Kimia’s eyes strayed over to Simon Jones across the gym. He was laughing and stretching with his girlfriend, Kirsten Moss. Her eyes began to rake over Simon’s buff body. I shook my head at her. “You need a new crush.” “Probably, but he’s just so,” Kimia sighed, “attractive.” I snapped my fingers in front of her face. “Hey!”

The smile Shirley wore proudly on her face was beginning to make her cheekbones hurt, still she kept the smile on her face as she kept posing for the camera. She was having a photo shoot session, modelling for a make-up brand of which she wasn't just a model but their spokesperson. The name of the makeup brand was, Glitters. "Let's take five," the director said to Shirley who nodded before moving away from the stage. Monique met her halfway, offering her a bottle of water, with the cap already off the bottle.

She grinned. She wore a black denim shorts and a glittery skull tank top with long cardigan and pink sneakers. She didn’t wear any make up but her natural pink cheeks and pigmented wine colour lips was already bright enough without her lipstick. Her brow was thick, neat and plucked to shape while her eyelashes was thick and curled on it’s own, thanks to her Indian genes with her gold eyes that was already good enough for her to not wear any make up at all.

(Jessamine’s POV) Brother? Oh, brother! I blinked, studying the face of little Aiden, a female version of him, on the screen. As Simone looked closer at her camera, I realized she wasn’t exactly the same face as Aiden. Studying more and seeing her mother, she got her gentle eyes and thin lips from her. “Did Paige send you my picture?” Simone asked in her adorable voice, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I told her to send you and Jessamine my picture, so you’ll know I did great today in my recital.”

Ella asked earnestly. “Hey, Ella, I’m not doing anything to your lesbian friend,” Simon said. “She’s not a lesbian uncle,” said Ella. “And I’m sure you know because there’s a lipstick stain on your lips,” Ella asked seriously. Simon caught his lips. “How can my lips get lipstick? I haven’t kissed her!” Simon said. “I hugged her earlier because she’s cold in the cinema.” He turned his back to Ella and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked at the lipstick on his lips but didn’t see anything. From the mirror, he sees the reflection of Ella with a broad smile, and she crosses her arms. He turned back on Ella.

I then crumpled the napkin in my fist and tossed it into a nearby flower trash can. We had to make even the tiny unappealing thing look appealing, like a mean girls antique. I smoothed my hair, straightened my shoulders, and waited for her to get down for the car. Simone Vance was tall and slender, with dark skin and hair that fell in loose waves past her shoulders. She wore a white dress that hugged her body, simple and elegant, and diamond earrings that caught the light every time she turned her head.

Sims Senior and the Simses? Jennifer intentionally raised her tone to attract attention. Lana wore jeans, a white hooded shirt, and a wrinkled brown jacket. She didn't even have makeup on and was carrying a cake that looked cheap. She looked out of place compared to the other girls dressed in fancy clothes. "Who is that? Does she not know how influential the Simses are? How could she come wearing such clothes? Isn't that disrespectful?" "Do you know where this is? How can you wear such casual clothing? Who do you think you are?"

Simone I took another look at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked okay. I'd chosen to downplay my look because I was so freaking giddy. I was sure if I walked into the office with my normal hair and makeup done, everyone would see my glow. My hair was in a messy bun, and I'd chosen a more natural makeup look. I wore a dark blouse and pencil skirt. My thought process was that if I looked a little more subtle, no one think I looked freshly f*cked.

We both giggle, releasing some of the tension as she helps me with my hair and makeup. As we reminisce about Gemma, my heart aches with sadness. But at the same time, I feel her presence with us, as if she is part of this day. Megan gives me a radiant smile, looking like a walking advertisement for all the creams and highlighters she used on me. My cheeks are sculpted to perfection, the blue in my eyes stands out, and my lips have just the right amount of gloss. It’s perfect. Plus, if I do end up in a fight, I don’t really want my make up smearing all over the place.

She protested. "Miss Mclewin is my business partner Baby. I choose her to be the face people see because I want a quiet life. All that social media paparazzi and popularity will do me no good." He said touching her cheeks. "Or don't you think so?" "I don't understand, my bracelet and earring, they are from....." "From Tarvan Jewellery, Yes." Simon replied. Paige walked over to the arm chair and sat down with a confused facial expression. "Simon Kentley, how many businesses do you own?" She asked, folding her arm under her bosom with a serious expression.