Grunge Makeup Looks Novels & Stories

Her makeup melted completely. Ruth’s makeup was always thick and glamorous, and she didn’t have much money to spend on high-quality, water-proof makeup. All the products she used were cheap and brightly colored. Her eyeshadow, eyeliner and the foundation on her face had all melted, making her look like a clown.

nose. This ugly addition shifted the entire balance of her face downward, making her look heavy and slightly ridiculous. As for her curves? She used a chest binder to flatten herself completely, then layered on a bulky, oversized dark gray coat. She added a realistic silicone Adam's apple to her throat and slapped two jagged, nasty-looking scars across her forehead and right cheek—the kind you'd get from a brutal street fight with a rogue. Even her delicate eyebrows were filled in with charcoal until they looked like two thick caterpillars crawling across her face.

Cammy POV I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, the bright lights making my already pale skin appear nearly translucent. My dark golden eyes looked almost too large in contrast. The smoky eyeshadow I had applied so perfectly made me look almost unfamiliar. I leaned in closer, inspecting my ghostly complexion, debating whether a bit of bronzer might make me look more... alive. No. The makeup I was wearing was already more than I normally would. Besides, werewolves had sharp senses—if I painted artificial warmth onto my skin, they’d notice. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard.

I look amazing, so beautiful even without my makeup. One look at the wall clock has me dropping my ass quickly on my makeup chair. Without wasting time, I begin applying my makeup with gentle strokes, choosing to go for a nude look and finishing up with glossy lips and smoky eyes. Thanks to Sarah, I am now addicted to cat eyeliners, so I'll be adding that too.

Then they painted my face. My chair turned in front of the mirror, and I didn’t recognize myself. I look like a baby prostitute, I thought. I had never had this much makeup on my face, and I believed they had gone a little overboard with the smoky black eyes and deep red lipstick. It contrasted too much with my pale white skin and green-coloured eyes. As for Lexie, she had asked for a balayage and now sported blond strands mixing in her already beautiful brown hair. Her makeup was like mine but done a little paler since she had naturally tanned skin.

It was the oldest trick in the book… To trick me, that also with a rape-drug he would need to step up his game. I was a naturally pale woman with a tinge of redness on my cheeks. My full lips were cherry red with her upper lip darker than the lower and I’d the two most unique pair of eyes, grey orbs with speck of gold which were covered with lenses. But putting my malicious wiles aside, I believe, I was a catch. And even better at looking what I’m not. Something delicate. After the effective makeup, I looked even more fragile that any man would want to soothe my worries, not excluding the man attending me.

Next to her, the make-up artist, a middle-aged woman with shoulder-length silky black hair and a perfectly styled face, was busy rummaging through her large make-up case for the right application tools for her customized glam look. Then with skilled hands using specialized techniques, the woman painted modest black winged eyeliner, giving Minnow a dramatic, sultry look. She applied rose gold and shimmery yellow to enhance the flecks of golden tones in Minnow's brown eyes, making them stand out. Then, with a splash of highlighted pink blush on her cheekbones and a dab of clear lipgloss on her full lips, Minnow's beautiful eyes became the heroine of the finished look. Through silky creams and

“Stop crying! Georgia! Fix her makeup, please!” I just chuckled at Tita Ingrid’s antics. Well, the makeup artist just had to fix a little bit of my makeup. My powder was a little smudged from the tears streaming down my cheeks. Even if they didn’t fix it, it would be fine. It still looked good.

It was worse than any hangover I have experienced throughout my whole g*dd*mned life! My teeth clenched as I wiped my messy make-up. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing in front of the mirror! I looked like a girl who had a plane crash in an isolated island! My hair was messy, and my mascara made me look like a depressed clown! Goddess, this isn’t me!

The back was almost non-existent, held together by crisscrossed golden strings that added a seductive touch. I ran my hands down the soft fabric, smoothing it over my hips as I examined my reflection. My makeup was just as bold—a glittering gold eyeshadow that blended into a soft pink at the edges, thick lashes that framed my almond-shaped eyes, and a hint of highlighter that made my cheekbones pop. My lips were painted a glossy mauve that I carefully reapplied one last time, pressing them together to ensure perfection.