Lipstick Readings Novels & Stories

Mia My hands shook as I picked up the crimson lipstick from the marble benchtop. I wasn’t really partial to such a loud color. The bright, rouge shade made me feel uncomfortable. It made me feel like I was laid bare on stage, the center of attention, people leering at me, which I didn’t like. I was more of a natural color type girl. Nude pink was my favorite, followed by a peachy orange. These colors I would describe as both beautiful and innocent. Yet I was neither beautiful nor innocent.

She opened the lipstick in her hand eagerly. "This lipstick is like a magical tool. It can complement a person's complexion very well. Hannah, this shade will look perfect on you. "Try it on. You'll definitely attract the attention of everyone in the room. Come on," Jane urged as she handed the lipstick to Hannah. It was a fluorescent pink lipstick, also known as "Dying Barbie Pink." The color was one that even those who aimed for a perfect Barbie look often struggled to pull off. For people with fair skin like Hannah, it would look universally unflattering. It would make her look tacky and unattractive.

~Luna I fully applied the makeup, each stroke of the brush perfect, precise like a painter sealing their masterpiece. My reflection in the mirror smiled back at me, untouchable. I tilted my head, letting the light catch the shimmer on my cheekbones. Beautiful. Almost disarmingly so. But beauty was a weapon, and today, I planned to use it. Leaning closer to the mirror, I traced the curve of my lips with the deep crimson lipstick, slow and deliberate. The color looked like power. Like blood.