Liv Morgan No Makeup Novels & Stories

The whispered speculations continued as we moved through the gathering—rumors about my upbringing in the wilderness, my supposedly unkempt appearance, and my alleged role in Katherine's tragic demise. Elder Morgan maintained her dignified bearing throughout, neither acknowledging nor challenging the whispers. She knew, as I did, that the truth would soon be evident to all. As we stepped into the main reception area, I felt the full weight of dozens of curious gazes. The whispers ceased abruptly as I came fully into view. The crowd fell silent, struck by my unexpected appearance. Instead of the wild, untamed young woman they had expected, they were confronted with someone entirely different.

He said dabbing his friend's hands “Thanks bro, just that you might know who she is” “What do you mean I might..,I haven't met your girl before man”. Antonio said picking up the glass of water on the small table He sipped the whole content of the cup. “That's fine, let's talk about something else,how about planning your wedding”. Charles said “Irene,hmmm, she doesn't really like loud stuff,so I am actually planning on making it just the family members” ************ Morgan was looking stunning and ravishing in her sexy light red dress,the dress exposed her burst,held out her outstanding hips ,she wore a black crystal heels to match,a light touch of makeup was enough to bring out the beauty th

Morgan had excitedly told me how long the college had spent preparing it and how he had even taken dance lessons so he would not step on my toes. I told him I would not mind if he did, but he insisted he never would because my feet were too precious to be hurt. At the thought, I took his hand. "Hey, wait up! I've spent more than an hour on my makeup, Morgan. It'd be such a waste if I didn't go!" He turned around, his eyes lighting up. Then he shot Xavier a hesitant glance and muttered, "But what about Professor—"

she groaned. Jason and I both blinked at the surprise appearance, but I noticed something in him. He stood a little straighter, swallowed hard, and his eyes flicked nervously. He was only looking at her, and I wasn’t sure he remembered how to breathe. Jason fumbled. “He hasn’t done much. Really.” Morgan’s brows pulled together just slightly. Her lipstick, a glossy wet pink, sat perfectly on her lips. She was striking, and pretty in a strong, focused way.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. “What’s going on?” Mia shrieked. “This is disgusting!” The judges murmured among themselves. "What happened!!" Morgan struggled to maintain her composure. She looked at the judges and the cameras and forced herself with a strained smile. She can't possibly afford to look bad before them. She immediately straightened her hair and wiped her face with her hands. “Sir, how are we supposed to do the interview like this?” She said getting up from the floor. The judges all frowned deeply. Just as one of them was about to storm backstage, his phone buzzed with a message from Luke.

Her hair remained untied as she chose to let it cascade freely. The woman, in addition, chose not to wear any make-up, as Letty had previously suggested, in order to avoid resembling a clown. “You just realized that girl used you to make herself look good in the eyes of others?” Livia found herself asking mockingly. She experienced a certain level of disappointment with her previous actions. In front of the mirror, she gently tapped her cheeks three times, preparing herself for what was to come. Livia took a deep breath and let it out.

It could be her time, their secret time, before her stalker was caught and she returned to reality. Just after noon, Brice rose to leave. Morgan knew Jack wanted to pick up where they’d left off earlier this morning. Like any nervous female, she wanted to look her best. Retreating to the bathroom when Jack walked Brice to the dock, she indulged in a decadent bath and spent extra time drying her hair. She lamented the fact that she had no makeup, which gave her absolutely no way to soften the smattering of freckles on her too-fair face. She licked her lips, pinched her cheeks and shrugged. That was the best she could do. A set of regimented footsteps started down the hall, pulling her out of

The next day, Lydia Violet went back to Black River and decided to spice things up. Her chest was filled with hatred against the Silvermoon pack, especially to Noah Cheong, whom she saw killed her mother last night. As a beauty vlogger, it was her routine to put on a daily thick makeup that made her skin look natural. It was like you put a hundred layers of blush without seeming to wear any makeup at all. ‘Crazy, isn’t it?’ she thought while applying her last touch up, ‘people were trying to look effortlessly pretty, but actually, they put so much effort into it. Besides, there’s no such thing called a perfect skin, there’s only a good cosmetic.’

I clicked in, my pulse hammering. Scarlett filled the screen, smiling too wide, twirling in that gown. The fabric shimmered under studio lights. She posed like she was on a runway, then lifted a sleek black bottle with gold lettering. “Today I’m so excited to show you a brand-new product from Morgan International…” My stomach knotted.

Even though she didn't wear makeup, her face was surprisingly clean and clear, completely different from the usual heavy makeup, without the usual delicate femininity, but like a college student. She turned her head and glanced around, then suddenly asked the camera. “My makeup artist.” “This is life on a deserted island. There are no makeup artists.” Lisa's merciless voice came from the small speaker. Emily just kept her smiling face, her expression immediately changed, she turned to pick up the ax on the ground, aiming for the camera.