Hawks Eyeliner Novels & Stories

A few diamonds were scattered through the loose sections of hair adding extra sparkle as the light reflected off it. My make up transformed my face, my eyes looked wide with the dark winged eye liner that was blended out with smokey blacks and browns with some shimmer on the center of the lid, my lashes were thick and long, my cheeks highlighted a soft pink coating my cheeks my lips were a nude pink and brown bringing the look together, they looked fuller and plumper than I remembered.

I let her do her thing at the end of the day I didn’t really care. ‘Ta-da!’ she announced as she stepped back, letting me look in the mirror. My eyes widened as I looked back … was that really me, my lashes were thick and long with black winged liner as a dusting of gold coated my lid making the green in my eyes pop. I had prominent cheekbones from the light contour she had down, a deep pink blush that matched my lips.

The sleeveless black turtleneck showcased her slender arms, and every movement she made seemed to be choreographed, a mesmerising dance of grace and allure. Her makeup was a work of art — the bold red lipstick added a touch of sultriness, the eyeliner framed her eyes with precision, and the mascara enhanced the depth of her gaze. A light pink blush painted her cheeks, bringing out a subtle warmth. The black goggles perched on her face added an element of mystery, accentuating her allure with an enigmatic charm.

And my hair, I decided to go with two braids that hung down either side of my face. The last thing I worked on was my makeup. For that, I wore a creamy foundation that made my face look pale and hid every sign of a wrinkle around my eyes, even when I smiled. I applied a subtle blush on my cheeks and then spent the rest of my time on my eyes. There was a Korean girl who posted makeup tutorials on TikTok. I used one of her methods to outline my eyes with a rosy pink and then added a darker eyeliner that I extended slightly to the outside of my eyes. Finally, I added some lavender mascara that made my lashes look fuller. I skipped the lipstick, mainly because I hate how it feels on my lips.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

I chuckled, “Girl, sit down and let me show you the minimalist look.” She sat down at her makeup table and I found royal blue eyeliner that I had given to her for her birthday. I put that under her eyes and partially on her eyelid to give her a cat eye. Then I just put a black mascara on her lashes to make them longer. I applied a clear lip gloss and smiled, “Now look.”

Elizabeth pulled it over her shirt, dropping it over her breasts. Elizabeth picks up a small mirror and focuses on the makeup. As she would have to use the mask, she did not want to overdo it. She made a light layer of blush and took a lip gloss, making her lips shine delicately, and with a smile, she focused on her eyes. Her eyes were honey-colored, and he had long lashes. She runs the eyeliner along her eyelid, drawing a delicate black line, and then makes a small arrowhead shape on her cheeks.

| Harley | I run a brush through my long, dark hair and glide my fingers through the curls that cascade down my back, hanging perfectly over my shoulders. I apply a coat of mascara and a thin line of eyeliner to my lower lid and blink a few times, ignoring the anxious flutters that swarm inside my belly. Finishing off my look, I grab my lip-plumping gloss that makes them shine like goddamn diamonds and rub them together, parting with a loud smack. Ugh, I guess I'm ready for this shit.

The liquid liner was dark and precise, extending slightly beyond the corner of each eye in a way that made them look larger, more mysterious. "You have those sad, mysterious eyes," she said, her voice quiet with focus. "The kind that make people want to know what happened to you, what secrets you're keeping." I blinked carefully, testing the weight of the liner. "That's either romantic or really concerning." "Both." She grinned and reached for the mascara. "The best kind of mysterious is always a little concerning." The mascara was applied in layers, each coat making my lashes longer and darker until they looked like something out of an old Hollywood photograph. Then came the eyeshadow—subtl

It's a somewhat daring bright red cocktail dress short enough to turn heads, showcasing my back while keeping the cleavage at bay. Paired with sleek black high heels and some elegant diamond necklace, the outfit feels just right for the fun and exciting night ahead. Shelly had always had a knack for makeup, and with her persistent pleas and the puppy eyes she had mastered so well, I finally caved in to let her work her magic on me. She started with an application of eyeliner, shaping delicate wings that flared out from the corners of my eyes. Making my doe eye pop out even more. Then, with a flourish of her brush, she painted my eyelids with silver glitter eyeshadow, gradually blending in a