Kelby Blush Blush Novels & Stories

He asks with a pleasant smile. “Shopping!” Kylie states and walks off “I’m sorry, my friend’s in a hurry,” I apologised and ran to catch up to her. “That was rude!” “He’ll get over it” She says now looking at tops. There’s one that caught my eyes, so I picked it out. A burgundy cropped blouse marked Babe would pair well with a high-waisted black jeans and shoe the same colour as top. My closet is full, which means I’m only gonna grab a few things.

I couldn’t help laughing, “Do I, now?” “Yes! But I want to smell like a princess!” She said, bouncing in her seat. The stylist’s eyes sparkled, “Oh, I can’t resist that!” She reached for a small palette and motioned for Neveah to hop up onto the stool, “Alright, little dove, we’ll make you the prettiest princess in the city, just a little sparkle, nothing too grown-up.” Neveah sat as still as she could while the woman dabbed soft pink blush onto her cheeks and added a touch of shimmer to her eyelids. When she was done, Neveah turned toward me with an excited grin.

But not in the public areas. Damn, we look good together! I'm checking us out in this floor-length mirror. My Keya and I look like royalty! Decked out in our black and red, even our hair matches our outfits. My pitch-black curls and her blood-red waves. Her only makeup is red lipstick. But her cheeks are naturally flushed from us eating her out in the shower. 😏

says Maliyah. “There now for the makeup.” She does the same as last time. Light foundation, eyes liner, mascara and blush. This time she adds a bit more silver to the smokey eyes. As she is finishing the last touches there is a knock on the door. Keila rushes to the door and opens it. My uncle Gabriel walks in. “Oh my dear you look beautiful. Your parents would be so proud of you. All of them.” He tries to hold back tears. “Stop you’re going to make me cry,” I give uncle a hug.

She handed Jessie a teacup and sat down in the other chair. “Drink up while we discuss your specific style,” she says with a fond smile. “I’m thinking you’re a girl who likes soft pink. Am I right?” Jessie nodded as she takes a sip of the tea; it tasted odd. “Yes,” Jessie says, clearing her throat. “Warm colors suit me best.” “I see,” Elise says, sipping on her own tea. “I have a lot of soft colors over here. I’m thinking a warm pink blush on your upper cheekbones and maybe a darker color on your lower cheekbones?”

It was almost as if you had plastic surgery or a boob job, something that was visibly noticeable. For Kelsey, she figured it out today. She knew she looked slightly too pale after putting on some foundation she borrowed from her mother’s makeup box but at least she had drawn a line of lipstick on each cheek and rubbed it to replace a blush. The bright red lipstick was not really her type but again it was another effort to make her less anemic and normal.

“Oh, yeah. I’d like you to meet Estelle Bladwyn.” “Of course, I know who she is.” She faced Estelle. “I love the new lipgloss. I actually have it in my bag. It’s not sticky, and it adds volume to the lips. And the smell doesn’t give me a migraine. I’m a little bit sensitive with a strong smell. And the color. I read in a magazine that you are hands-on with choosing the color yourself?” “Yeah, I do blend colors myself. All the shades, I can say that I’m proud of because it’s part of my individuality. Even if it represents women, gender equality, colors, and races, it always has a—”

“Why can’t you just call me Amy or Rose like everyone else does?” “Amber Rose is a perfectly elegant name,” I told her. “I find it more suitable for you. Now, tell me, can you get me one of your red lipsticks from the deluxe edition?” “Can you get me one of your red lipsticks from the deluxe edition?” Amber Rose repeated my words in a mocking baby voice. “Do you think the red deluxe line has only one shade? My company has over one hundred shades of red and twelve in the deluxe line. I’ll have to select a proper colour based on the skin tone you just described.”

I was a Luna Queen. The makeup artist, a young woman with expertly applied makeup herself, began her work. She applied a lightweight foundation that matched my skin perfectly, accentuating my fair complexion without masking my natural skin tone. This was followed by a blush that imparted a rosy glow to my cheeks, making my blue eyes pop. For the eyes, she chose a soft smoky look, which further amplified their azure depth. A few coats of mascara, and my eyes transformed into mesmerizing pools of sapphire. The makeup was completed with a pink lipstick that felt feather-light on my lips, giving them a naturally flushed look.

“Do you have a problem with this, too?” Kilvic studied her face. She’d let her hair down so it fell past her shoulders. Her face was powdered in a darker shade of its usual tan that concealed all her tiny freckles and blemishes, and she’d applied something so that it brightened her pink lips and drew attention to them. Also, whatever she’d applied on her cheeks seemed to keep her in a state of mild flush.