Liv Morgan No Makeup Novels & Stories

“Which is why Cain is still alive.” Cain muttered under his breath, “Charming.” Morgan ignored him and continued, “The effects will fade in two days. Until then and I cannot stress this enough, do not make permanent decisions.” Cain felt his face heat. “I wasn’t going to mark her today!” Morgan raised a single eyebrow. Cain looked away. Avi, mortified, rubbed her forehead. “Can we… talk about anything else?” “Yes,” Morgan said. “Your mother.” Avi immediately sobered. Cain’s hand instinctively found hers.

"Feel it for yourself. This face is healed. There are no scars, not the slightest blemish." Anita's fingers traced the face in front of her, slowly, as if afraid to disturb the silence of the night. She could feel the warm, smooth skin, the high nose, the strong jaw, and the completely unharmed cheeks. No scars. No blemishes. Morgan wasn't lying. "Your face is fine," Anita murmured, almost as if talking to herself. "Then why won't you take off that mask for me?" Morgan was silent for a moment, his breath soft in the dark air of the room. Then he answered quietly, in an inscrutable tone.

🏰KINGDOM OF AMAZON🏰 👸🏼👸🏼Morgana's POV👸🏼👸🏼 The crowd gave way as I marched into the hall where my mother was passing a speech to the citizens. I was on a black coat whose collar projected up to to my face. My lips were painted red and my eye lashes black, not excluding the short skirt i wore which exposed my laps making me look like the daughter of Lucifer. "I love you Morgana". I heard a voice by my left and i paused turning around slowly. There was he, the young man in the crowd. I smiled softly.

With Karin causing a scene, it was now 5:30 pm. "There’s not much time left," he reminded Vivian. "Ms. Seymour’s makeup…" Vivian immediately got Larissa onto the high stool. "I will start now!" Vivian only did a light makeup look for Larissa. She said, "Ms. Seymour is a natural beauty, so excessive touch-ups are not needed. All she needs is a little powder to enhance her complexion, and she’s good to go."

Just five minutes into the session, the comment section was already filled with praise from fans. "Today, Lani looks stunning without makeup. The long, pastel dress she's wearing is so elegant." "Lani, I've already watched the first episode of the new film. The character design this time is fantastic." "It's been so long since Lani did a livestream. I missed you." Today, Lani opted for a natural look without makeup, showcasing a face that was fair and smooth and lips with a natural pink hue, giving off an innocent charm. She blinked as she read the comments on the screen, graciously thanking her fans' compliments.

Thalia asked one of the cooks as she stretched her hand toward the kitchen. Thalia followed her gesture and found Morgan standing there. She looked broken with tears streaked her face, her eyes distant as if she’d been lost in thought for hours. What struck Thalia most was that Morgan wore no makeup, something she can't do without. “I… I just came to inform you that...” Thalia began, but her words faltered as she took in Morgan’s expression. Her face was so filled with dried tears and then she pause. “Are you… are you alright?”

Even those standing in the back row could see a huge diamond. "Sandra, will you marry me?" All the voices of doubts were eliminated by what was happening as another exciting event attracted everyone's attention. Ivy, who was still on the big screen, was obviously watching the live broadcast over on Sandra's end. She almost broke down when she saw the situation overturn. Ivy shouted incessantly. The host saw that things were not right, so he shut down the live broadcast. The host knew who Zachary was, and he could not afford to offend him.

I reached for the bottle of water one of the crew members offered me and took a long sip while walking toward my chair. The makeup artist immediately followed. “Your makeup is still perfect.” “It better be,” I muttered, glancing at myself in the mirror. Perfect hair.Perfect skin. Perfect body. Perfect face. Everything about me had to be perfect. That was the price of being Calista Morgan.I had spent years building this image.And I wasn't about to let anything take it from me. I settled into my chair, expecting the usual attention.Instead, something felt different. The people around me weren't talking about my performance.

"That's how long it will take me to reach you if something goes wrong. Five seconds. Remember that." "I will." The Meridian was exactly as I remembered—all glass and chrome and expensive minimalism, the kind of place where investment bankers closed deals and celebrities hid behind dark glasses. I arrived exactly at noon to find Morgana already seated at a corner table, visible from the street but positioned to see everyone who entered. She looked perfect, as always. Hair glossy and artfully styled, makeup flawless, wearing a dress that probably cost more than my car. And the fake pregnancy bump was convincing—expertly padded to suggest four months, positioned just right under the flowing fab

I was ready to tell him there would be no ceremony at all, that I was leaving the Blue Moon Pack and giving up the role of his mate. But before I could speak, he cut me off again, "Enough. I'm glad you're finally acting sensibly. The marking ceremony is settled. Tatiana has had a hard enough time already. She just wants a little trip to clear her mind. As her sister, you should understand." I swallowed every explanation and simply said softly, "Alright."