Kankuro No Makeup Novels & Stories

Her makeup melted completely. Ruth’s makeup was always thick and glamorous, and she didn’t have much money to spend on high-quality, water-proof makeup. All the products she used were cheap and brightly colored. Her eyeshadow, eyeliner and the foundation on her face had all melted, making her look like a clown.

I'm getting ready to meet him, and I want to look my absolute best. I stand in front of the mirror, carefully applying my makeup. I opt for a sultry, smoky eye, accentuated by a touch of shimmering gold. My lips are painted a bold shade of crimson, perfectly matching the fiery desire burning inside me. With each stroke of the brush, I feel myself transforming into the irresistible woman I've always wanted to be.

–K’ I chuckle now, finding all this surprisingly cute. Who knew Kain could be cute? Who knew, for an asshole like himself, he would know how to treat a woman. Momentarily, it made me wonder how he’d be if he had a mate. My mood is suddenly back to a hundred and excitement brims within me as I jump to my feet and immediately start getting ready. It takes less than an hour of makeup, hair rolling and pinning to be done. I settle for a dark smokey eye look with nude lips to draw more focus to my electric blue eyes.

Once I was ready, I let Kendra know because she said that she wanted to put make up on me. I never used a bunch of makeup. In truth my mother had never taught me how to put any on. I knew the basic principals and could use mascara, and lipsticks. I was not good at picking the right colors for blush, foundation, or even eye shadow so more often than not I did not wear them. Kendra on the other hand used makeup very well. She had a full arsenal ready and tried to teach me the difference between spring and fall colors. I was not a good student. Kendra pulled out bottle and painted and dapped my face until she was happy with her masterpiece. Finally, she allowed me to look in the mirror.

"Babe let's not argue about that, forget about it let us proceed with what we are to do before he comes back" Kim whined pouting. "Okay dear, sit down let me prepare you". Kim sat down on the chair and a mirror was placed facing her, Lucy started by curling her hair with an iron curling rod, curling it in to big beautiful bouncy curls after which she proceeded to the making of her face makeup. Lucy performed a nice master piece of make up on Kim's face telling her not to look at the mirror untill she was done , because Lucy had later turn the mirror facing the wall.

"Allena! The sorcerer's apprentice is here. What are you still doing?" Marcus was all ready for our next adventure. He walked to stand next to me and waited impatiently, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I coated my eyelashes with mascara, popped on some nude lipstick, and set my face with a setting spray. "What's the point in applying such a color?" He smirked, examining my peachy nude lipstick. "You obviously know nothing about the 2019 lipstick trends."

"Kieran asked us to handle the political side of things while he spends the day with the council handling the border security." Before we started, I walked over to the vanity table. Sitting right in the center was a small, elegant jar of heavy flesh-toned makeup. I picked it up, knowing exactly what it was for. Kieran had left it for me. I carefully applied the thick cream over my collarbone, watching in relief as the mysterious silver-white crescent moon mark completely disappeared beneath the smooth layer, blending perfectly with my skin. Nobody could see it. It was a secret that only belonged to Kieran and me.

” I smiled, exiting the room. Sitting at my vanity, I used a light amount of makeup to highlight my best features. I don’t want to show up with heavy makeup to indirectly meet Hibiki’s parents. Back in my room, I took out my red silk kimono with white floral details, accented with a gold obi. Then I brushed out my hair, pulling it up into a traditional updo putting in red and white flower clips to match my kimono.

Kumara smiled and excitedly sat down at the dressing table. Lisa started to clean Kumara's face, applied the mask for ten minutes, then started applying foundation, and started applying other makeup. Kumara's skin is so smooth and flawless, there are no pimples or spots. Even before she was coated with primer and foundation, her skin seemed to have no pores. In her heart, Lisa was both amazed and confused. However, she shook off all those thoughts. "How is Mbok Cenul's condition? Is she still sick?" asked Kumara at last after their long silence.

Makeup is not a mask. Makeup is art. Makeup is Passion. Makeup is an expression. I found the quote to be true when my eyes fell on the mirror, and I gawked at the girl staring back. Her hair was swept up in a messy ballerina bun with curls falling around her round face, and her makeup was immaculately perfect. Smokey eyeshadow under freshly waxed eyebrows, made the baby blue in her eyes pop like a blue lagoon in a dark cave, and light pink lipstick adorned her lips in complement to the blush on her cheeks.