Liv Morgan No Makeup Novels & Stories

The moment the words left his mouth, the man exiting the vehicle clicked his tongue playfully. “Well, look at that.” “So polite all of a sudden?” “When did you start calling me uncle, my dear nephew?” Liam's expression immediately darkened. Even though irritation flashed across his face, he still forced himself to remain polite. "So it's you, Mr. Morgan." Standing on the red carpet was none other than Marcus Morgan. Dressed in a deep burgundy suit that perfectly matched his reputation, he looked dangerous, arrogant, and effortlessly charismatic. Naturally, Vanessa Vale was on his arm.

"Huh? Where did my ring go?" … The next morning, Amanda changed into her outfit before going to Morgan's room to help her with her makeup. Amanda tied Morgan's hair up casually before applying a light layer of powder to her face with a brush. "Close your eyes. I'll put some eyeliner on your lids, and we're done." Morgan shut her eyes obediently. Amanda did not want her daughter to wear thick makeup, so she gave her a simple look. After they were done, Morgan walked slowly down the stairs in high heels. She made sure to lift her dress this time.

And there she was. Destiny Morgan stood in the center of the living room, bathed in that warm light, wearing nothing but delicate black lingerie that clung to her curves like a second skin. The sheer lace barely covered her breasts, the tiny panties riding high on her hips. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and her eyes gleamed with dark amusement and unmistakable hunger. “Come and take what you want so badly,” she provoked, her voice low and teasing, laced with that commanding edge he could never resist.

I count the seconds in my head as we make our way past two hallways before finally entering into a single private dining area. She leaves after I enter, and I'm just left with the devil herself. Regina Morgan. She's in a black dress made of tweed, and her hair is neatly styled in a sharp bob curving down her face. Her face is coated with just the right amount of makeup; you can barely see the lines of wrinkles on it. Her lips, shining with dark red wine lipstick, are curved in a familiar subtle smirk. That look almost makes me lose my confidence, but I remind myself that I'm not the 17-year-old that she used to know.

"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.

There were no maids or anyone around,Megan went to the living room and came back a few minutes later to announce breakfast was ready. She wore a small crop top and a boxer which only covered her butts. I was about to put on my joggers when she stopped me. "Is there something wrong with your skin?You have some spots." I pressed my lips nervously and shook my head."No. I have sensitive skin." "Oh. Take your time then."She smiles lightly before walking out of the room. I took a deep breath and wore my joggers. Surprisingly,Labrinth,Marcos and Luca were present. Megan and Labrinth seemed to click since they were probably of the same age. They took some videos and pictures of themselves with thei

Ethan hugged her from behind. She could feel the warm temperature of his chest on her back. Ethan bit her ear gently as he asked, "You're dressed so nicely, Liv. Who are you meeting?" She wasn't wearing the mask, which meant that she would be seeing someone with her original face. Her makeup wasn't too heavy. It was the popular natural-looking makeup. There was glitter under her eyes, and she exuded a pitiful look. Ethan remembered that Olivia didn't like such makeup. It was too pretentious for her.

She was more nervous than usual, which she attributed to Arthur's presence. The lights in the club were turned off and the screen was turned on. A woman with long black hair down to her waist, olive skin, and natural makeup appeared on the screen. She was dressed only in a dark robe that made it seem as if she was wearing nothing else. Only a necklace with the large pendant of a bow adorned her neck. It was not only sensuality that was present in her, but elegance as well. And that was really what Morgana's message was. The simple could be elegant as well.

Checking on how she can walk around in all the grace and elegance she has. And once she took the seat in front of her vanity she looked at herself. She looks matured. Dignified even than her age. She heaved a sigh. Looking at how her face looks tired. With all the things that happened in a month, she barely find herself asleep as she found herself looking for another piece of her that was gone after her son died. She lifted her hand to signal her maids to start doing her face. The light hands of her maids started to help her do her make-up. Drawing her eyebrow, puffing rouge and powder on her face. Giving her much more color than her already natural blush. The scent of rouge and powders ling

"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