Innocent Eye Makeup Novels & Stories

I look at him, he looks so focused. "Close your eyes." I do so and he takes another piece of cotton, Gently passes it over my eyelids and removes the mascara. “It's okay, I'm done,” he said, throwing everything into the basket right next to the table. His hand still on the back of my neck, he caresses my cheek with his thumb. He smiles. “How do you manage to still be more beautiful without makeup?” “I don’t do it since it’s false. THE makeup is made to beautify. As if unless you imply that I don't know how to do my makeup."

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.

Anything to escape the clutches of these two. "Close your eyes and hold your breath." The perky blonde didn't give me a chance to ask why doing so would be important before holding the nozzle directly in front of my nose and cutting loose. I managed to squeeze my eyes shut, but ended up coughing and gasping from the coating she gave my makeup. "Now it will last all night." She beamed at me. All night? Chances were with the lacquer she added I'd still be scraping this stuff off next week.

I adjusted the placement of the make-up on my face. Dark orange lips checked, gray contact lenses checked. I took a look at my rose tattoo. I looked back into my eyes, smokey eyes. I cringed when I remembered what the make-up artist had done to me. To look good, you need to look innocent, as well as look dangerous. I can't see where? I closed the compact mirror and tucked it into the black designer bag. I was wearing business attire, and a black blazer slung over my shoulders. Wearing six-inch torture heels. I leaned back in my chair and looked out the window.

I damped it underneath my eyes and in the inner corner to get rid of the wetness. “I’m touched when you said that.” Emma placed both of her hands above her chest and gave me that ‘it-was-alright’ gaze. “Remember, I don’t have any plans laid out because my parents made me feel like shit but now . . . I feel like a princess.” The makeup artist was putting some translucent powder under my eyes to get rid of the tears that saturated them. Once the tissue absorbed the liquid, I stared at it and noticed the black smudge on the tissue paper.

She could now see where Dawn was going with the look. “Yes, I agree..” Dawn nodded at her, smiling and exactly did what Monique said, which was what she was about to do. “Finish with translucent powder applied in a circular motion with a soft brush all over the face.” “Eyeshadow is generally the first step in building your theme, and is done after highlighting the eye area. Waterproof gel liner is often the best selection. It has a paste like consistency so it is easy to spread thick, or to a thin point with a small eyeliner brush, and lasts without fading or smudges. Mascara can help your false eyelashes look fuller. And lastly, your lashes give you a finished look.”

"This makeup can go on for twenty-four good hours without cleaning up or messing your face. I promise to get you some of it" Tia shows Bella the makeup from the kit bag she had on her. "This is one of the numerous products made by them" "Wow, looks nice" Bella complimented the packaging of the makeup. It was fine and cute, especially the fact that it was made with lemon green color.

Even from this distance, even across a crowded ballroom full of competing light and movement and spectacle, they registered — a rich amber-gold, warm and luminous beneath dark lashes, catching the chandelier light the way polished honey catches afternoon sun. They were framed by brows of unhurried precision and a bronze eye makeup that knew exactly what it was there to do, which was to ensure that those eyes, already extraordinary, became the first thing anyone saw and the last thing they forgot. He was still cataloguing the impossibility of her eyes when she turned her head — just slightly, just enough — to say something to Liam, and the movement exposed the line of her neck where it met he

Neither he had any expectations with Hazel nor he made her expect anything. Sadness flashed in her eyes when she thought about it. No expectations, yeah, she was just a prostitute, she could not expect anything from him, her fate, or from anybody else. Prostitutes have no future after all, especially in the case of love and respect. Abigail seemed to notice that sadness spreading around her beautiful hazel eyes. Both of them had hazel eyes but Hazel’s shade was the most different. It contained three colors of nature or we say leaves? The beautiful green color of young leaves and then orange shades when they get older and then soil brown when they turn the oldest. Her eyes were unique and the

The result was stunning, even by my own high standards. Satisfied with her work, I moved to the mirror and began applying my signature makeup. I opted for a subtle yet elegant look, blending soft nude and champagne tones with a touch of shimmer. A swipe of black eyeliner gave my almond-shaped eyes a striking definition, while bold red lipstick added a pop of color that perfectly complemented the understated eye makeup. It was a statement look—bold yet refined.