Lipstick Readings Novels & Stories

A small, cunning smile crossed her blazing red lips as our eyes met. I returned her smile, clutching my purse tightly. “I’m glad you could make it.” She smiled up at me as I approached the table. I chuckled slightly as I extended my hand for a handshake. “You look stunning.” She said, gripping my hand. “You don’t look bad yourself.” I scanned her with my eyes before I took my seat. All black too, mimicking my dressing, only that instead of a dark shade lipstick like mine, she had on a blazing red lipstick, the colour of fresh blood.

Long dark lashes framed deep brown eyes, and a tiny beauty mark, so small one would have to be as close as I was to see it, dotted the area above her lush lips. My eyes dipped to her mouth. The heat from my gut spread to my stomach. She wore the same lipstick from the exhibition. Bold, red, and seductive, like a siren's call amidst a sea of tranquil calm. I wanted to rub my thumb across her bottom lip and smear her perfect lipstick until she was nothing more than a beautiful mess. To peel back the composed mask and see the ugliness underneath. Vivian may be wrapped in a pretty package, but a Lau was a Lau. They were all cut from the same mold.

So much adventure and foreplay to succeed. I take off my three inches sandals. When my feet touched the ground of my room, I removed my clothes piece by piece while going to the bathroom for a good bath. I feel the cold floor of my bathroom, I stop at the sink and get the lipstick I left earlier. I painted my lips again with the intoxicating red lipstick. Red represents manipulation well suited for me. I smirked at my reflection, feeling satisfied. I tied my hair into a messy bun and prepared the bathtub with water, vanilla soap, and milk. I sunk my right foot into the tub and let the water soak my whole body.

Well, it's a bit awkward to say she's overtime when the clock hasn't hit 8 PM yet. Anyway, that scaredy cat boy was willing to hide in the toilet to prank Kate. 'She must be surprised tonight as she doesn't imagine I'm still here. Her surprised expression must be adorable too, haha.' Havie blushed. It was like that whenever he thought of Kate. That woman never fails to give him butterflies. After waiting for thirty minutes, just before the watch hit 8 PM, Kate appeared in the basement area. Havie noticed that Kate is putting purple lipstick on her lips, unlike the usual soft color she put on. She sometimes does that. But every time she do that, he feels bothered.

His gaze sharpened. “I’m good at reading people too.” He relaxed into his chair, though his eyes never softened. “Eyes are honest,” he said. “Even when lips know how to lie.” Chatrine felt something tighten low in her stomach. She answered with a small laugh, light and defensive. “And what exactly do you know about my lips?” “Sometimes they’re sweet enough to poison someone,” Liam replied immediately, a subtle smile lingering at the edge of his voice. “But mostly, they’re just irritating.”

"I don't mean here here, but here as in this moment, not the location with you. I just-" She put her delicate fingers on top of mine to silence my gibberish. Her tongue snuck out and wet her lips, and all I could find myself thinking of was the color of her lipstick. She'd been drinking for the last hour, and it hadn't smudged or even worn off. I stared at her mouth, the gorgeous matte nude that now glistened with the moisture of her tongue, and realized she'd caught me staring. Even her giggle was melodious. My gaze darted back up to her minty-green eyes and the smoky shadow that colored her lids. Her lashes were thick without being clumped together, and her liner could have been tattooed i

“Ha?” “This one,” she beamed, picking up a lipstick that’s blood red. “This lasts forty-eight hours. Trust me, I’ve used it for everything, especially in this kind of situation.” “This kind of situation? What do you mean by that?” Instead of explaining, she put red lipstick on my lips. “Perfect!” Chloe said excitedly. As Chloe finished applying lipstick to my lips, Madame Beatrice and Esther entered the room at the perfect moment. Esther held thin fabrics of red, black, and purple, looped around her wrist.

"I've been giving him the poison regularly. But I found a way to speed things up." I watched her through the mirror as she picked up a tube of lipstick. Deep red. The color of blood. "What do you mean?" She smiled, applying the lipstick with practiced strokes. "The secret is in here. A special formula I had made. Colorless. Odorless. But deadly." "In the lipstick?"

He wants his sweet daughter back and they will live happily ever after. -00- "How is the result?" “There are heroin and amphetamines on the surface of the lipstick. So it's true that that piece of lipstick belongs to the crazy guy who almost killed Hazel?” Calvin was leaning on the sofa in Richmond's room. He pinched the bridge of his nose and began to think about the possibilities that could happen to him after this. The lipstick that has been tested in the laboratory could be a strong clue as to where he is going to look for the terrorist. If he was a drug user, he would never be far from his community.

the staff added, busy picking out another set. “I wish I could compare the swatches side by side” she murmured quietly and that’s when she remembered her man. Alexi, who was constantly scanning the perimeter for a threat felt a cold sensation on his arm. Alarmed, he whipped his head in the direction. But it was too late. She had already made a slate out of his veiny hands. More than six shades of lipstick were drawn on his hand and she tilted her chin and wondered which all she should take home.