Liv Morgan No Makeup Novels & Stories

John said, affectionately. Morgan giggled and he could hear it over the phone. This made him glad that he was finally impressing her. "fine…just give me a few minutes to think about it and we shall see," Morgan said with a beautiful smile on her lips. She hung up and squealed. She couldn't contain her excitement. Rushing out of the bed immediately, she went to have a shower. Quickly, she came out of the bathroom, creamed her body, and wore a beautiful dress. She didn't add any makeup not because she wanted to avoid looking exaggerated but because he said she looked more beautiful being natural.

He wouldn’t be in Goldmoor preparing for his speech; otherwise, she would have definitely gone to watch him speak in person. So today, after seeing Livia off, she planned to visit her mother. Because of that, she chose to go makeup-free, not even bothering with a light touch-up. Thinking of this, she realized she hadn't yet had a chance to check the news that Karsyn had helped publish. So, while patting skincare products onto her face, allowing her skin to absorb them, she picked up her phone and tapped on the news reports.

“I chose this. I chose you.” He stared at me for a moment. “Then promise me something.” “Anything.” “If I go too far—if I become something else—you’ll pull me back.” I nodded. “I will. Even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming.” A faint smile. “Fair enough.” Morgan’s estate was as cold as I remembered it—gleaming, sterile, an architectural marvel with zero soul. She met us in the conservatory. Dressed in ivory, calm, regal. But her eyes were tired. The weight of the headlines had found their way into her pores.

But for now, she was left wondering like everyone else. Sighing, Liviana glances at the make-up bag sitting on the counter before her, ready and waiting to be used as always, but instead, for the first time since she was ten years old and was introduced to the world of beauty products, she ignores it, picking it up and dropping it back into her suitcase before zipping it up, leaving her face bare and natural, real. Looking back in the mirror, she has to fight off a smile. She couldn’t remember the last time she wasn’t wearing a face in the light of day, but it felt great and she knew this wouldn’t be the last time.

Grayson made sure to start the voice recording on his phone. The doors slid open on her floor. Her door was directly in front of the elevator. Morgan stood waiting at the open doorway, posed deliberately against it. She’d changed from her clinic outfit into something more revealing, a silky white dress that clung to her curves, hair freshly styled, makeup flawless. The calculated transformation wasn't lost on Grayson. She’d been expecting him.

“Please cheer even if I suck.” “You’re going to be amazing,” Morgan stated. “Remember, I get to hear it every day when you’re in the shower.” “Ok, I’ll see you tonight,” I said, hugging her. “Wish me luck at the media preview this afternoon.” “You don’t need it,” Morgan declared. “Go get 'em, tiger.” By the time I got to the theatre, Madame Monrose was already losing her shit, but not over me being late; it was the fact that the lead hairdresser broke her leg on the way to the theatre.

Everyone looked at her, and she never missed the gasp from Emerson, Merly, and Emerose Morgan, who were now holding their breath in disbelief, standing before her friend. Young Morgan stands in front of them wearing her bare back, off-shoulder emerald green evening dress with a slit in the front that is half of her thigh-high paired with an emerald green stiletto and adorned with jewelry made with pure emerald green crystals. She looked so elegant and beautiful that Jace, standing not too far away, couldn’t help but feast his eyes.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

And by volunteers, she meant victims. Alex and his father had been selected. “She put red lipstick on me. Blue eyeshadow. Blush. Everything.” “How old were you?” “Old enough that going to school like that was fucking humiliating.” I was already laughing. “Why didn't you wash it off?” “We tried!” That made it worse. Apparently, nobody had bothered to notice that Morgan's brand-new makeup was designed to last significantly longer than expected. Alex went to school the following morning with remnants of his little sister's masterpiece still decorating his face.

I dismiss them. The ladies leave us, having evident disappointments. “Did you have to do that?” Demi asks as soon as it's only the two of us at the table. “That could cause drama and terrible rumors about you.” “What rumors?” I cock a brow. “Gavin Morgan denies fans a selfie.” She says, dramatically shaking her head. I scoff. “I'm used to the drama. Besides, there's only one woman I'd love to take a selfie with.” “But I don't want to cause you drama,” she shrugs.