Innocent Eye Makeup Novels & Stories

Her skin, a radiant canvas of creamy fairness, seemed almost porcelain-like, as if she rarely ventured into the sun's warm rays. A delicate ring glinted in the curve of her septum, while another, more daring piercing claimed the center of her lower lip, adding an edgy allure to her features. Her eyes, an arresting shade of green, were tempered by a subtle white tone, echoing the same unsettling hue found in Blaze's gaze. The dark, smoky makeup accentuating her eyes only added to her enigmatic presence, drawing me in with an intoxicating blend of innocence and rebellion. She was absolutely fucking breathtaking. Our gazes collided, sparks flying as we locked eyes in a fleeting moment of connec

My mother said looking at herself in the mirror. "I'm meeting up with her at The Vista club this weekend," I said adjusting my tie "Do you think she knows about what the family is really into?" She questions me "No she sounds too...innocent they must not want to break her too soon," I said "And I'm guessing you will?" She replied smirking evilly "Definitely besides this could work in our favor, the news only showed her in a mask probably not wanting to reveal her identity as of yet," I said

Soon a girl strides in with a smile. "Yes, headmaster?" Headmaster? Lia thought but didn't pay much mind to it. The girl's eyes traveled to Lia and her eyes widened a she looked at the girl. "Oh my gosh, your eyes are beautiful! I wish I was heterochromia ." (A condition where the colored part of the eye is multicolored.) The principal laughed deeply as he clutched his big belly. "Rose I want you to meet Lia. Please show her all her classes." Rose smiles at the shy girl and nodded her head professionally.

She was too focused on her future, too blind to the truth, too innocent to see the darkness that surrounded her. Hilary, her gaze fixed on the mirror, her fingers gently smoothing her hair, watched as a make-up artist, a professional brought in by her mother, worked on her face. The make-up artist was a master of her craft, creating a look that was both simple and sophisticated, highlighting her natural beauty without masking it, enhancing her features without overshadowing them. Hilary, her heart filled with a mixture of gratitude and annoyance, felt a sense of discomfort at being the object of so much attention, so much effort. She just wanted to be herself, to be normal, to be free from t

Zapora squeals. They blow dried my hair and curled the ends. With my make up, they slightly contoured my cheekbones, temples and nose. They gave me a brown smokey eye with a slight wing of the eyeliner. Then they brushed on some professional make up mascara that made my lashes look fake...apparently. I'm not allowed to see myself until it's all done. They gave me nude, matte lipstick with a tiny tiny bit of lip balm for a natural shine to it. "YOU'RE DONE!"

I could tell they were the makeup artists Aunt Malisa had mentioned, as they entered my room and set several sleek cases beside me. With a soft click, they opened one case, revealing rows of shimmering eyeshadows, blushes in warm and cool tones, and lipstick tubes in shades ranging from soft pinks to daring reds. Brushes of all shapes and sizes lay nestled in their compartments, each one looking as if it could transform someone with a single stroke.

I had nothing against it, but it just wasn’t for me. “You’ll be fine with a little.” Moira sighed, but didn’t back down. I continued to whine, but she ignored me and sat me back down in the chair; pulling out palettes of eye makeup and other bottles filled with different colored liquids. She got to work quickly, placing a light layer of foundation on my skin. She picked dark browns and light beiges for my eyes this time; fading the colors into each other to create a smokey like look across my eyelid. She topped everything off with a deep red color across my lips, and a thin layer of mascara across my eye lashes.

Nothing structured, something more natural, flowy,” he said, and I nodded. “I think I like the idea.” I smiled, and then the makeup artist walked towards me. “I think a natural look, with a soft, smoky eye with a glow. Glossy lips, in soft peach color...” she said, and I nodded. It was just what I had envisioned.

It was about the haunting image staring back at her. Millie let out a sigh as she retouched her eye makeup. After applying foundation and reapplying her lipstick, she felt more composed. Typically, she would only carry foundation and lipstick for quick touch-ups, but today's unexpected smudging of her eye makeup caught her off guard. After wiping her smudgy eye makeup, she looked more natural and innocent without eyeliner and eye shadow. With a slight sniff, she adjusted her hair to perfect her appearance. Winston stood by her side, supporting and praising her. "Perfect."

Eyes swollen from a long night of doubt, now concealed with makeup meant to look calm and convincing. She sat stiffly in the chair, letting skilled hands work on her features. The brush across her eyelids, the soft powder that hid her fatigue, the light tint of lipstick, each stroke trying to erase the remnants of last night. But deep in her heart, no brush or paint could cover the wounds and uncertainty.