Looking Up Through Eyelashes Novels & Stories

I looked simply magnificent. I drew a line with my W3LL people expressionist liquid eyeliner and eye pencil over the line I already made to intensify the look. Here, I worked slowly across the eye, not just from the middle. Using a brush, I blended and extended it out. Then I traced the pencil along my bottom lashes and blended again.

Aiden crossed his hands, looking at her like he was telling 'Are you serious too? Arching his eyebrow, he took one apple and started to peel it. She noticed how thick his eyebrows were, it was her weakness. Her heart thumped when she saw his long eyelashes under his eyeglass moved when he was blinking. Biting her lips, she looked away to avoid herself from fantasizing about the doctor.

I mumble . " That's exactly what I was planning to do , don't ruin my dreams . " She rolls her eyes sarcastically . She puts on some white liner on my lower lash line and applies a pretty brown colour matching the floral design of my dress on my eyelids , finishing it off with a black liner . She gives me a sort of cat eye look from what I can percieve . " I didn't put on foundation or concealer because your skin is already flawless . Ugh I'm so jealous . "

Her rosy cheeks still carried the faint blush from earlier. And that tiny mole on her chin... It was barely noticeable. Most people would probably miss it. I never did. I was looking for it without knowing I was doing that. It happened every time she turned to face me. Her eyelashes were really long and dark and they went around her big round eyes. Those eyes always seemed to see through me like they could see everything I was trying to hide. I held the steering wheel tight and made myself pay attention to the road again. This was really ridiculous.

I tell him, looking up at him through my lashes. His eyes went wide momentarily, and he seemed to be reading my face for some sign of something. Finally, he says, “Would that be so wrong?”

I replied, shrugging slightly. "I...honestly thought you didn't have it in you." She mumbled, lowering her head to look at her fingers. Wanting to see her face again, I raised her chin up with my finger and a wave of satisfaction hit me. My thumb made small circles as I got lost in her brown eyes. They were almost golden if you stared at them long enough. Her lashes twitched as she attempted to look away but failed at it.

Penetrating the deep darkness inside that room, the first ray of light entered through the glass window and fell on her closed eyes which made her to slowly move her eyelids and then opened her lashes. Her beige hazel eyes came in contact with that shiny morning light which made her to blink her lashes for clearing her vision. A soft yawn escaped from her mouth and then she slightly tossed around but her eyes got widened when they fell on that mirror ceiling above her which was showing her entire reflection but the thing that caught her attention was the place which was completely empty beside her.

Her neck glistens, capturing the light with a captivating shine. I can't take my eyes off her. Her sharp chin and visible oval jawline perfectly frame her face, accentuating her beauty. Her love-shaped lips, adorned with a baby pink lip gloss, invite me in with a gentle allure. As my gaze travels upward, I notice her thick eyelashes, delicately framing her mesmerizing eyes. The baby pinkish glittering eye shades she's wearing add a touch of magic, enhancing the sparkle in her gaze.

Rex asked, trying to look over her shoulder. After a few seconds and a little bit of grunting, lacey sat back up and looked at Rex with a huge grin, “There, that’s better.” She had removed the large eyelashes herself, which left her eyelids red and her eyes watery, just the look on Lacey’s face made Rex start laughing. “Now that’s an awesome look” Rex chuckled, lifting a small silver shiny plate, so Lacey could see herself in its reflection. Once she saw what Rex had seen, she also started to chuckle, even she had to admit she looked quite funny at that moment, red puffy eyes from tearing off the fake lashes, her watery eyes making the eyeliner run a little.

Now there really was something in her eye. Double piddle and bum. Why do I buy mascara with bits in it? She dabbed again, blinked hard, but it was still there, like a lump of gravel on her cornea. With a faint ‘tut’, he rose to his feet. ‘Let me.’ He sat beside her, taking her chin firmly. ‘Hold still and look up.’ As if he’d done it a million times, he pulled her eyelid down and took the handkerchief from her hand. ‘I can see it’, he muttered. ‘Keep still.’