Lauren Conrad Beauty Novels & Stories

Mom calls in her personal stylist, a woman named Lauren who's probably in her fifties but looks forty thanks to the magic of expensive procedures. She works on my hair and makeup with the focused intensity of an artist preparing her masterpiece for display. "We want classic elegance," Lauren murmurs as she works. "Nothing too trendy, nothing that might date poorly in photos. This is about making a lasting impression." Lasting impression. Like this is a job interview instead of a dinner date. Which, I suppose, it kind of is. I'm interviewing for the position of Mrs. Blaze Langston, and the job requirements include looking beautiful, staying quiet, and not embarrassing the family name any more

Olivia said as he went closer to Conrad. “I guess you could fix my hair...” Conrad said shyly. Olivia starts to fix Conrad’s hair with her bare hands. Fifteen seconds later, Olivia was done fixing Conrad’s hair. Conrad takes out his phone and opens his camera app. He uses his phone as a mirror and was amazed by Olivia’s styling. She also got Conrad’s signature hairstyle, which is a side brush-up. He said his thanks to Olivia and she was happy with her styling.

Darla screamed at the top of her lungs. "You're so nasty, Darla," Lauren groaned, rolling her eyes. "Enid, finish your hair. We'll get the door." I grabbed my brush and gave my blonde locks one last frantic stroke. I needed to look like a Barbie, but a Barbie who definitely knew her way around a bedroom. I sprayed my signature fragrance, the $300 bottle that William said smelled like pure, unadulterated sin, then floated into the living room.

She asked, "Dr. Lloyd, you're not angry about what I said, are you?" Andrew opened the car door and replied, "No, I just wanted to let you know we're here." Even with his wealth, a five-billion-dollar wedding gift made him wince at how high the Rhodes family's standards were. Seeing Andrew's pained expression, Lauren burst into laughter. Her laugh was bold and unrestrained yet somehow remained elegant and beautiful. With her perfect teeth, ruby lips, slightly rounded cheeks, sparkling eyes, and cascading hair, she truly deserved her title as Jayrodale's most beautiful woman.

Briefly, my eyes are over-burdened from all the extravagance around me, however, at that point, they gradually change. Dim, rich sofas lay next to a thundering chimney, a wonderful arrangement of steps aside. The fundamental room is enormous, highlighted by a tiny lake loaded up with koi. A dazzling crystal fixture hangs above me, precious stones projecting light along the roof. Lauren simply strolls past everything as though it isn't anything, firing up the steps with the snap of her heels. Indeed, even with her four-inch heels, she is around five inches more limited, and I'm wearing shoes. Notwithstanding, she appears to wear a style, a poise I feel that I might need. This a rich young lad

Karen pulled Cassandra toward the room. Cassandra has naturally beautiful skin. She's had an impeccable porcelain skin since she was a kid. She is one of the celebrities that needs no surgery, be it her face or body. She possesses natural beauty. Her monthly skin regimen is just to maintain her beautiful skin. Moreover, it is one of her benefits as one of their endorsers.

We immediately said yes. Lauren moved in this evening, unpacked her stuff and a few minutes ago, came in to say goodnight. My wife, Cindy, and I were sitting on the couch watching TV, when Lauren walked in wearing only a spaghetti-strap, v-neck pajama top and bikini panties. Lauren, who just turned 21, has long blonde hair and the most beautiful, clear, blue eyes I have ever seen. They are like pools of liquid that you could get lost in if you're not careful. I imagine a lot of the guys in her classes would love to get lost in her eyes or any other part of her killer body. "I really want to thank you both for letting me stay here." She said, standing next to the couch. Her pert nipples are p

I suddenly felt bad. Just then, the doorbell rang urgently and I rushed to pull it open. Lauren stood out, dressed up in an armless red mini flair gown that barely reached her knees, her high heels adding to her average height. Her hair is well made, looking brushed down her back in swirling waves, her face adorned with makeup. I Googled at her in surprise. " Laurene, what. . . . " She barely let me finish my statement as she pushed me back in and shut the door.