Liv Morgan No Makeup Novels & Stories

“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.

“Don’t remind me.” I adjusted my tie, watching his reflection in the glass wall. “You’re nervous.” “I’m not nervous.” “You are,” I said, feeling the spike of adrenaline through the bond. He groaned. “This link is cheating. I can’t even fake confidence anymore.” “You never could.” He shot me a glare. “Says the man who hides every emotion behind a boardroom smile.” I smirked. “That’s called professionalism.” “That’s called denial.” Before I could respond, Morgan stepped in again, phone in hand. “They’re ready. We’ll livestream the announcement to the press outside. Just answer a few questions and look like you’re in love. Shouldn’t be hard.”

“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.

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.

"I'm Morgan, hello there." Alice immediately took off her glasses and mask. It was a good thing she had worn a fake birthmark on her face earlier because she was afraid of being caught when Morgan's personal assistant saw her face. The birthmark on her face was so ugly and her hair was brownish red, her eyes were blue. Morgan was lost in thought when he saw Aletta's appearance. In contrast to what his personal assistant said. "Mr Morgan, I'm sorry I covered my face because the birthmark on my face is so ugly." Aletta successfully disguised herself.

Morgan is broad and huge and even though I’ve been with him for almost a month, I have never seen him close front without a shirt. His arms flexed and he stretched a little. Everything felt like a movie—one that the next thing would be to take off the towel and make me feel his erection but that was just silly. I’m no girl in a movie and Morgan has no erection. I may be an ass sometimes but I can admit when a person is sexy and Morgan Flamur is very sexy. “What?” he asked, cocking his trimmed brow. “Figured I could jump in the shower while you were asleep.”