Lipstick Readings Novels & Stories

The question wasn't really a question at all, it was a statement of fact. Lexi blinked and shook her head, letting out a dramatic sigh that was clearly for show. "Of course not. Who am I to stand in the way of true, chaotic lust?" She waved a hand dismissively, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Just that I don't exactly appreciate you kissing off the lipstick I spent fifteen minutes perfecting." She pointed an accusatory finger at Jaxx. "That poor thing didn't even last thirty minutes on her face, Jaxx. You're a menace to my artistry."

Selene picked up a tube of lipstick and twisted it open, revealing a deep shade of crimson. “Lipstick is more than just makeup,” she said, leaning down to apply it to my lips. “It’s a weapon. A signal. A declaration.” I remained still as she painted my lips, the color standing out starkly against my skin. She stepped back. “There. Now look at yourself.” I did. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t see a broken girl. I saw something else—someone else. A woman who was learning how to play the game.

John looked at the time , 10h30am. ''We still have time, you want to try them both? then I can make a choice.'' Adrianna smiled, blushing deeply she opened the pink lipstick and applied a thin layer on her already pink lips. '' In all honesty, I don't really see a difference'', John spoke as he stared at her beautiful pink lips. Adrianna grabbed a wetwipe and dabbed her lips. She then opened the blood red lipstick and applied a thin layer, making sure her whole lips were coated.

I bit down on my lips which were coated in matte nude lipstick to submerge my sobs but the taste of the beauty product only spread through my mouth. I turned off the faucet, my hands rocking with tremors. Loud sniffs emitted from me, filling up the bathroom. I looked down at my stained hands, the red colour of the paint a contrast to my skin, attacking me with vivid flashes of the gory scene from the book I read through the night.

It would shatter his heart. Lily began to unwrap the box. She had only taken off part of the wrap when her eyes caught on the shiny pinkish tube. Oh my…" She gasped under her breath with a gaped mouth as she stared down at the most beautiful and costly lipstick that was ever known in their pack owned and produced by foreigners. One only the rich and high chiefs of the pack could afford. She slipped it out of the box and raised it to her face, still staring at it. She has always wanted to own it but couldn't afford it.

On the table were the treasures: A shiny gold tube of lipstick. A small black palette with colors like pink, brown, and glittering silver. A fluffy powder brush. A round container of blush. Lucien opened the palette, his little fingers clumsy but gentle. He picked the shimmery silver shade and dragged it across his eyelids with his fingertip, giggling softly when it left a bright sparkle. Then his eyes fell on the lipstick.

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."

I spit into the sink and put more toothpaste on my brush and scrubbed my teeth and mouth for a second time while I turned my head to the side slightly and let my eyes run the length of my scar. It was long, a little red and tight looking, like the skin was pulled while restitching it. was in between pink and red for colour and as I ran my fingers over it it felt bumpy and tender. I closed my eyes and spit in the sink, rinsing out the toothbrush and my mouth before rinsing the sink and putting the things away. I rooted through my bag till I found a hair tie in my makeup bag and finger combed my damp hair into a messy ponytail. With it up it was harder to tell the extent of the damage, however

Blush on her cheeks, a rosy pink to mimic the flush he'd put there soon enough. Finally, the lips. She outlined them with a red pencil, precise strokes defining the full pout, then filled in with the pepper red lipstick—a bold, fiery shade that screamed 'fuck me.' She pressed her lips together, blotting with tissue, then layered another coat for shine. The color popped against her skin, making her mouth look swollen and ready for his cock. She admired the result: eyes smoldering, lips begging to be ruined. He'll want to smear this lipstick all over his shaft.

It was just a stomach bug. Beside me, Lily hummed softly, her reflection glowing in the mirror as she traced her lips with a deep red lipstick. The other girls had already scattered off to wherever their nights would take them in the club. “Somebody’s in a good mood,” I teased her. She smacked her lips dramatically and gave me a side-eye through the mirror. “Good mood? Babe, I stay in a good mood. Men cry when they see me in this lipstick.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Men cry when they see their wallets after you’re done with them, don’t flatter yourself.”