Lipstick Readings Novels & Stories

"I don't know, whose is it?" "Something taken out of your pocket, and you tell me you don't know?" Lana was irritated. She directly opened the tube, surprising Liam to find that it was a used lipstick. "Isn't that yours?" Upon hearing Liam's response, Lana rolled her eyes in frustration. "I don't have this shade, and I never use this shade." It was a light sandy color with a hint of orange, a more subdued and elegant tone. Lana never touched such colors. She preferred bold, vibrant colors, much like herself. So, she usually opted for bright red or powerful, dramatic shades.

"Oh yes, but your lips are red like her lipstick, Anthony." Shit! She was too thorough in this matter. Before I could defend myself, Anthony chimed in first. "How many lipstick products are circulating in this country? You can't accuse one person of only wearing one color. Meanwhile, you have many colors. And my lips are red because a woman thanked me for something, that's it. Good evening, Mrs. Anthony, don't thinking too much."

Mia stared at the lipstick in her hand, its bright red casing gleaming under the dim light of the bathroom. The bold color felt out of place in her world of neutral tones and understated elegance, like a foreign object dropped into the wrong life. Its presence mocked her, taunting her with questions she wasn’t ready to ask. She turned it over carefully, as though it might reveal answers if held just so. A faint scent came from it, one that wasn’t hers. The floral undertone was sharp and cloying, completely unlike the subtle perfumes she preferred.

The color of this lipstick is very light, a thin layer, moisturizing and bringing a good complexion. He pressed it against her lips again, as if to taste the remaining taste, and then opened his lips to entangle with her, and the taste of orange was brought to her, sweet and sticky, which was very touching. She chased him, sucking and biting, greedily absorbing the sweetness. The taste of orange faded, and only her unique softness remained in her senses. He began to demand it, forcing her to retreat step by step, and he held her head with one hand to face him, and let her go only when she knew that her breath was unstable.

“I thought it was nice, you don’t have to look at me like that.” I thought it was more than nice. The way the colors made her hazel eyes glow in the dark, her lips looked redder, fuller, I wanted to kiss it. Find out if she’d applied a product to them. See how swollen her bottom lip would get after I toyed with it between my teeth. The red changed everything. Lily oozed sex, and a promise of trouble. Jean onesie and all. I understood why men went to war, when I noticed the men giving her a once over.

Her voice was soft and gentle like a lullaby, "But you're writing stuffs about me,aren't you?" "Yes,I writing down analysis." I shrugged a little. "Do you feel like you're under pressure now that you know this?" She asked. "Nah,not really. I'm just short of words." "How about you tell me more about your childhood in London?" "I can't really remember most of it." I lied. I hated most of it. "James, writing this interaction down helps me make better analysis--" "Yeah,and recording it too?" I said,as I looked directly at the recording device behind her. She turned around to look at it too. Then,she turned back to fix her gaze on me.

She fell back on the time-honored way to befriend strange women: compliments. “I love your sandals!” she said to a woman named lily . “Thanks!” Lily said. Like lobbing a tennis ball back to Lucia , she returned the compliment. “Great lipstick! I always wish I could wear red lipstick, but with this hair, I feel like it always clashes.” "I'm convinced that every woman has a signature red lip color waiting to be discovered," she said with a smile. "It's all about experimentation and finding the right shade. A trip to the MAC counter and a honest friend are essential."

This would definitely bring back some old memories. I still felt unsatisfied, knowing Rei would never understand my true intentions. But I couldn't leave without leaving a message for her, a small reminder that I was once in her space and touching her belongings. I returned to her dresser and looked through the minimal makeup she had displayed. This woman seemed blessed with natural beauty, as she only had mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick on her dresser. Where was her foundation? My eyes landed on a bold red lipstick that appeared well-used. This must have been her favorite shade. Perfect. It would be the one I would ruin as my final act in her room.

You have to. I grabbed my makeup brush, dusting powder across my face as I stared at my own reflection. My eyes looked too wide, my lips too tight. I needed to calm down. But how could I? This wasn’t just some party—I was setting a trap. A dangerous one. I reached for my lipstick, twisting it up with shaky fingers. Cherry Red. Bold. Attention-grabbing. The kind of color that made men stop and stare. I glided it over my lips, pressing them together, watching how the color deepened.

He clicked on the camera app, and showed Liam a reflection of himself on the screen. “So, S-Sir… you might want to clean it.” Smudges of pink lipstick marred Liam's lips. Not too thick, but enough to make others suspect he'd make out with a woman. “Why didn't you show me earlier?” Strangely, he was calm. Liam took the phone and checked out his lips properly. It's no wonder he'd been longing for cherry. So the flavor was from his lips. Liam didn't reach for the tissue. Instead, he licked it, savoring the flavor.