Hawks Eyeliner Novels & Stories

When she put down her lipstick, she saw eyeliner on one side. She looked for a moment, reached out, took the other eyeliner, lifted her chin, and began to draw. He likes her with a little longer eyeliner. Yesterday, because of those photos, he replied to her so quickly. Very quickly, finished eyeliner, the corners of her eyes were very long, she narrowed her eyes, really a bit charming. Outside the door was unlocked. Anne Jenner stood up, put down her eyeliner, went to the door, Edward Mitchell was exactly at the door changing his shoes, he lifted his eyelids to look at her.

I let my hair flow from the center part in its natural soft waves before applying a thin coat of powder to my face. I followed that with the lining of the inner corners of my eyes with black liner. I lined them over and over again a couple of times to make them really dark like the Egyptian queens did. 'I love how sensual your eyes look when you line them. You look like a tigress ready to devour.' I recalled Nicholas used to say as I admired how sexy my eyes looked with the eyeliner. That was one truth he had ever said, I thought to myself. I then reached for the next artillery in my arsenal of vengeance; a classic red lipstick.

Neutral base, deeper crease color, subtle shimmer on the lid, all exactly as I wanted. Eyeliner next, precise and careful, then wings just right on both sides. The look I was creating was elegant and mature and expensive. Not trying too hard. Just naturally stunning, or at least that's what I wanted people to think. The kind of beautiful that stops conversations when you walk into a room, and starts conversations about you after you leave. Lips were last. Nude pink, not the deep red because that would clash with the dress. I lined it carefully, filled in, and glossed lightly.

She adds, shaking her head. I give a half shrug. "To be honest, I don't even remember owning an eyeliner. I have no clue where it came from, but I am pretty sure I didn't buy it myself," I utter. "Of course not. You are way too boring to bother with makeup," Ashley teases. She approaches me, eyeliner in hand. As she begins to line my eyes, I can't help but wonder what she has in store. I can only hope it will turn out well in the end.

Heels adding at least three inches to my height while pinching my toes, making the balls of my feet ache just looking at them. I'd never in my life worn that much eyeliner. Or foundation, blush, bronzer, highlighter, mascara, fake lashes, eye shadow, lip liner, lip stick, lip gloss... if Erica painted on one more layer my face would stop moving behind the mask of shellac she applied.

Alex P. O. V Feeling the movement on my eyelids I wanted to open my eyes .As the brush was being run on my eyelids alternatively I felt like I was going to fall asleep. A soft brush touched my cheek and was stroked upward. A liquid was coated on my lips, absorbed by the skin. I felt the tip of the eyeliner brush touch the beginning of my eyes , it was being ran by the edge of my eyelid till the end of my eye then was stroked upward a little a few times. Something was being dabbed on my cheeks softly. My eyelashes were brushed with mascara. I felt my hair being combed and pulled backward.Soft curl of hair touched my skin and descended down on the side of my face. After a few minutes every mov

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

I watched the entire process until she started to add colour. A rose over my cheeks, a deeper, sexier shade of pink over my lips, and finally, my eyes. "We need to highlight those sexy colours," she said, then proceeded to line my eyes. She was using a dark brow liner that gave it a thick ambience and immediately made the Hazel of my eyes pop. She gave my lashes volume, then added the eyeshadow, a lighter brown that what she had used for the liner.

Then I sat in my vanity doing my makeup with more care than usual. I wore Foundation. And then a concealer for the dark circles that wouldn’t go away. A touch of blush. Mascara. And then I applied my eyeliner. The long, dramatic wing that made my eyes look bigger and gave me that sharp, put-together look. I studied my reflection. The eyeliner was perfect. Sharp lines that extended just past the outer corners of my eyes, giving them an almost cat-like appearance. My hair was next. I grabbed my curling iron and worked through sections, creating loose waves that fell past my shoulders.