Innocent Eye Makeup Novels & Stories

Mariko asked worriedly. “Y-yes.” Stuttering, she answered back. “Sorry. I was just intimidated by you, Madam.” The makeup artist apologized. “Oh. Don’t be. I don’t bite. Don’t worry.” Mariko joked and smiled at the makeup artist. “Madam, will you close your eyes? I need to put eye shadows.” The makeup artist asked which made Mariko follow her. She closed her eyes and waited for the makeup artist to do her work. The makeup artist took the opportunity to put drugs on Mariko’s juice while her other hand was busy putting makeup on her eyes. After putting her an eyeshadow, she instructed Mariko to open her eyes.

- she says “She’s a perfectionist” - Marco says while he gets the dress all ready for me I feel so spoiled. This is amazing. After my make up is done and I look at myself in the mirror I don’t even recognise myself. All the colours used were nudes and black on my eyes. They are popping. The green is met with the black and makes my eyes stand out perfectly. Still a simple but beautiful makeup. I would never be able to accomplish this myself. I look so beautiful.

It's cute and it's color PINK! "Tss. Don't listen to her, Agape. This will be perfect to you. You need to show him the freaky side of yours at least once. And I'll tell you, he will never cheat on you. Like, NEVER. A hot, red lipstick will be its perfect partner. Plus a cat eyeliner. That will be enough." Katie pulled me away from Rosseau. And she immediately followed us, shouting at us. We reached the makeups section.

I ask awkwardly. They chuckle and Ellie replies “Most likely. We won’t actually be able to hang with you guys because we’ll be entertaining our guys or guests, in more ways than one.” I awkwardly laugh. I didn’t need to know that… Alina clips the front of my hair back to work on my makeup. “Hmm, I’m not sure what to do with your eyes, I’ve never done anyone’s makeup with two different colored eyes…let’s go with something neutral, can’t go wrong with that.”

I murmured, tilting my head again. My makeup was understated, but I’d been careful with every stroke. A soft blush warmed my cheeks, a touch of eyeliner made my eyes pop, and the nude lipstick tied it all together. It was the kind of look that said, I’m trying, but not too hard. It wasn’t about impressing anyone—it was about feeling good in my own skin.

I took it down, running my fingers across the surface before placing it beside me. In front of the vanity, I paused again. The makeup drawers opened with barely a sound. Inside — untouched brushes, rows of high-end lipsticks, bottles of foundation, tiny jars with shimmer and pigment. All new. All expensive. Did someone use this room before me? Or was it all made for me... like I'm a doll being dressed up? Still, I sat down. Swiped on a light blush, dabbed on a natural pink lip tint, a little brown liner to make my eyes look more awake. Nothing heavy — just enough to look effortless.

“One more thing, peaches. We need to stop at that Ulta. You need some decent palettes, a little blush, and a couple signature lipsticks. That’s all, I promise.” “That can’t be covered by the discretionary fund.” “My treat. Please?” So we come out of the makeup store with a brown neutral eye palette and a mauve and pink eye palette, a deep raisin, almost black, lipstick and a dark rose-colored neutral lipstick, some incredibly expensive mascara, black, nude, and red nail polishes, and a blush palette, with a set of makeup brushes. “I feel like Pretty Woman,” I tell him when we get in the car, overwhelmed but happy.

Audrey meticulously prepares herself for the evening, choosing each element of her attire with care and purpose. Her desire for revenge is reflected in her choice of clothing, exuding confidence and a touch of mystery. She begins with her makeup, creating a captivating and alluring look. Her eyes are adorned with a smokey eyeshadow, expertly blended to create depth and intensity. Long, voluminous lashes frame her eyes, adding a touch of allure. A subtle winged eyeliner enhances her gaze, giving her a seductive and enigmatic allure.

Refusing to be controlled by anyone or anything. My makeup base followed the same undertone as mine. Warm and subtle, not flashy in any way. It softly sculpted my cheeks, and my lips were tinted in a muted nude pink shade that looked natural. And my eyes... They were the only thing that carried weight. Along with the subtle shimmer on my lids, sharp liner framed them like the confidence I had earned, over the past few months. My eyes not only carried the weight of the makeup and lashes, it also showed the weight I was carrying in my heart.

’ ‘Do you think you can do something about my freckles and my non-existent eyelashes? ‘You’re kidding, right?’ Helena peered at her. ‘Your eyelashes are incredible. Thick and long. What’s wrong with them?’ Sophia had assumed it was obvious. ‘Don’t you think I look a bit freakish? They’re so fair they barely show up.’ ‘Freakish? No, I don’t think you look freakish. As for being fair—that’s why mascara was invented, sweetie.’ With a dazzling smile, she flipped open another case to reveal an array of different make-up. ‘I have everything we’ll need right here.’