Liv Morgan No Makeup Novels & Stories

"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

It hugged her slender figure, flawlessly revealing her perfect curves. Small diamonds studded her four ear piercings and a small bracelet adorned her slender wrist. Her makeup was extremely scrupulous, highlighting the fine features of her effeminate-looking face perfectly. Veronica was stunningly gorgeous and she simply exuded a classy disposition. The reporters gushed over her beauty. "Miss Morgan, you look very stunning tonight…" "Miss Morgan, who is your designer?" "I honestly don't know," she replied without the slightest hint of embarrassment. "If you want the designer, check with my assistant."

This guy, Marcellus chuckled. On the other hand Morgana started by taking a quick shower, making sure to use her favorite shampoo and conditioner to give her hair the perfect shine. She then spent a little time picking out her outfit. She wanted to wear something that would make her feel confident, but also be comfortable enough to walk around in and she was simple nervous and wanted to look good for Marcellus. After going back and forth between a few options, she decided on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a Low-cut Sequin top. She knew the jeans hugged her curves in all the right places, and the top complemented her natural beauty.

Her makeup was minimal but highlighted her best features—soft smoky eyes and a deep red lipstick that made her lips look tempting. She wondered if she had over dressed. Vivian was in a panic as she debated for a long time whether or not to wear her glasses. After all, it had become something of a signature look for her, but tonight... she didn’t need them. She wanted to meet him without the barrier of her frames. Letting her hair down in loose waves, she felt almost unrecognizable.

She didn't wear any makeup, just her face moisturiser and Lipbalm. Likewise, Morgan is fascinated by his wife's beauty, which is very natural without excessive makeup. Even now, her beautiful hair is only tied up with expensive hairpins. Everything on Jessica's body is not cheap. It's all because of Morgan. Even her hairpin alone costs 7 million. "Come on." Morgan took Jessica by the hand and carried her in his large arms. "What about this?" Jessica asked softly when she couldn't fasten the seat belt of the luxury sports car.

Morgan rasped in as she walked to the bathroom. "Scarlett! Her mother voice echoes in her eyes as she howl back at her." I'm coming mom? She Utter and continue applying the make up on her face. A smile crept through her lips as she founded herself so beautiful. " She can't wait to get to school. "She needed everyone to see how beautiful and cute she is. She's the school goddess. Yes obviously and nobody can compare her In the "Florence international school"

“You look so beautiful. You look like a true queen.” “Leslie, please don't,” Morgana says, a soft, emotional smile breaking through her fear. “You're going to make me cry too, and they just finished fixing my face.” “No, no, you're right. Don't ruin the makeup!” Leslie frantically wipes her own eyes, suddenly switching into a state of intense, desperate focus.

I just told her that I won't marry Silvanus not until I clear this doubt that keeps on stretching on the back of my head. DINNER... "Why are you here Morgan?" I stop combing my hair and glance at Morgan who's standing on the corner of my room watching me. "Ma'am Madeline said you can't finish preparing yourself if not supervised?" She hesitantly replied. I cracked an eyelid with what she said and rolled my eyes shifting back my gaze at my reflection on the mirror. I am wearing a simple lavender dress just above my knees and my hair is styled into a braided crown just enough for me to look casual but presentable to Rivveros.

Another girl piped up. Barefaced? Was there something wrong with her? He could see traces of foundation on her face although he was some distance away. How dare she said that she was barefaced? Did she think that he was blind? In contrast, Monique never wore any makeup. However, she often applied a layer of lotion on her face that made her look greasy and unappealing. Despite so, the skin on the rest of her body was delicate and smooth, and extremely attractive to Levi.

With a perplexed look, she said, "Would you care to elaborate?" "Well I know that I've only seen you like twice but I can't remember you wearing any makeup." She smiled, steepled her hands and said, "Do you have an issue with women who don't wear makeup?" When Morgan finally set the menu down, he answered saying, "A woman should do what she wants with her body. With that said, I'm partial to women who are comfortable with themselves such that they do not feel the need to wear makeup." "That's a good answer and thank you for the indirect compliment," She said smilingly.