Liv Morgan No Makeup Novels & Stories

Liam pushed through it and found Morgana Prescott waiting for him. She was a woman who defied easy descriptions. Maybe forty, maybe fifty. Blonde hair that fell in waves past her shoulders. Eyes that were either green or blue depending on the light. She wore a black dress that probably cost five thousand dollars and made it look casual. A martini sat on the table in front of her, untouched, the olive speared on a silver pick. "Liam Sinclair." Her voice was smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. "You're late." "Traffic."

Catherine said with anger in her eyes. "Ohh" Irish smiled. They all continued their meal in silence and Morgan was almost lost staring at Irish who had worn pink shorts and white sweatshirt after freshening up,her hair was in a tight ponytail which highlighted her beautiful face and she even had striking eyes. He's attracted to her, he has never seen anyone look this beautiful without wearing make up,she was much more natural than the women he was accustomed to who always wear makeup, perform breast and butt enhancements.. He's so happy Ethan lost this gem to him.

I left the suite in a better mood than before. I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. When I broke away from Morgan's hug and saw myself in the mirror, I nearly cried out in fright at the woman who was staring back at me. My makeup was ruined, and it had been smudged in several places, making me look like a zombie. But Morgan had been looking at me so gentle and lovingly a moment ago; wasn't he repulsed by my looks? ‘ Forget it; I better tidy up quickly so that we don't miss the banquet.

Not that I usually bother with make-up too much, but I definitely liked the hair. As I emerged from my en-suite, Morgan was sitting on my bed, a big smile on her face. “Yay!” she winked at me. “You used it. It suits you. That big bad Beta won’t be able to resist you.” she winked again before dashing past me to the en-suite before I could argue. I quickly got dressed in a simple baby blue shift dress and tan gladiator-style sandals. I kept my make-up simple today. But, I think my overall look worked, and a small part of me kind of wished I was seeing Asher…

Morgan pushed the door, gently squeezing out of the room, now dressed in a red romper with her hair tied in a messy bun. She patted alpha Lloyd on the back as she turned to look at me. "I have to go get something strong to drink. Tonight will be a long night and coupled with the jet lag, I will probably need more than a shot of tequila to help me get through today. You have no idea how much I hate missing up to different alphas asses. But in the meantime you both can have a word together while I go out. Have fun" she said. The word wait was caught up in my throat because she was already heading into the elevator before I could even call out to her.

This is the Morgan I met at Snowbelt's bar. -"Don't worry, I will make sure Lee fixes that before the ceremony." I wink at her. Morgan hides her embarrassment behind her palms. "Come on now, let's retouch your makeup. Your tear-streaked face isn't very flattering." She sits on the cushioned vanity stool, whipping the smudged mascara as I rub the cheek she slapped, which by the way, still hurts. -"Naomi, we need you in Lee's Office, NOW! Matt is about to murder Lee." Gabe alerts me through our private mind-link bond. My expression must have been one of horror because Morgan followed as I stormed out of the room.

I tried to keep my concentration on what we were supposed to be doing, but this whole thing with working on the reproductive system and sitting this close to Morgan sort of challenged my ability to focus. She was stunning, but not in an overdramatic way. She wasn’t painted up with makeup like a lot of girls, seemed she had the bare minimum on her face. Her hair was full and shiny, unlike the Hawkettes who always seemed to be highly flammable with a ton of spray, gel, or mousse.

But I was able to pull through thanks to Morgan. The worst phase was always being dizzy and nausea I wonder why it's called Morning sickness when it just doesn't stick to his supposedly name. I step out of Morgan's flat. Which has now become the home. Damien looks breathtakingly gorgeous in his black long sleeved top with a black suit jacket and black slacks and loafers. He definitely stood out in his expensively lavish looks, even when told to dress in a casual way. we've been keeping our engagement and the baby a secret. Morgan is putting wearing a tank top, and a blue jean, and she looks fascinatingly beautiful. With her long brown hair and green eyes.

Janet was waiting for me outside, her eyes flicking past me toward the room behind me. "Thinking about going in to save her?" I asked. "No. I was just wondering what's going on." "I see." She handed me a file. "Laura jumped into a river trying to get away from some debt collectors and ruined one of her legs. Now she's hiding at an illegal underground club, working as a hostess. "But that bad leg makes her pretty much useless there. All she does is run errands for the other women. She hardly sleeps. They keep her working nonstop.

Waiting. Near the front, Morgan sat with the other visiting dignitaries, one broad hand resting against the arm of his chair, his expression controlled and neutral in the way of wolves who understood that observing was often more powerful than speaking. Beside him sat Megan. If looks could kill, Lotty would have died ten times before she reached the middle of the aisle. Megan wore civility like armor. Her posture was perfect. Her face composed. Her hands folded neatly in her lap. Only her eyes betrayed her. Cold. Sharp.