Masculine Makeup Novels & Stories

I'm getting ready to meet him, and I want to look my absolute best. I stand in front of the mirror, carefully applying my makeup. I opt for a sultry, smoky eye, accentuated by a touch of shimmering gold. My lips are painted a bold shade of crimson, perfectly matching the fiery desire burning inside me. With each stroke of the brush, I feel myself transforming into the irresistible woman I've always wanted to be.

He makes a face. "You're very likable," I continue, making him smile at me in just a second. He beams at me, actually. A boy who likes praise is hot as fuck, but I force myself not to dwell on that thought, "You know how to talk. And you talk a lot. You're also... you know, attractive. Guys like you could come up to any woman and sell her anything." "Not makeup," he says, like that's preposterous, "I've never worn makeup and I won't start here. I'm not that desperate."

he said. “But I’ll tell you something. If anyone thinks calling you beautiful is a good way to joke then they don’t see what I see.” She cleared her throat at the quick change of his tone. He’d gone from sexy and flirty to deadpan and serious. “And what’s that?” “A woman who doesn’t need the trappings of war paint and too tight outfits to display how beautiful she is. Inside and out.” Oh, wow. “Um, war paint?” He frowned. “You women call it makeup.”

“Aside from the make-up, is there something else on my face?” the man asks after noticing I’ve been staring too long at him. He has on a vampire costume. But the makeup isn’t so thick, as his actual features aren’t well hidden. He used foundation to make his face pale, then there’s his thick eyebrows, his blueish lips, and his red eyes. There’s also a black shade and a few cracks around his eyes to represent a furious vampire. As he speaks, his fangs come in view as well.

Right? I shook my head. Get a grip, Laina. You’re not that kind of girl. You’re the kind of girl a man takes home to his family. The kind of girl who makes soup on Sundays and prefers jeans over dresses. But Mason was a whole other level of sexy. His blue eyes were just the start. He had sharp, square, masculine features and the beginnings of a five o’clock shadow forming along his jaw and neck. His hair was short and blond and slicked back off his forehead from the rain. A bead of water formed at the tip of his nose and fell as if in slow motion to the pavement.

Damien was looking devastatingly handsome in his black tailored suit, embroidered with intricate gold vine patterns that run symmetrically down the chest, sleeves, and torso. This gave the entire garment a royal , almost mythic presence. His shoulders and cape were adorned with gem-like embellishments that shimmer like starlight, creating a powerful contrast against the dark fabric. Completing his look was an ornate gold masquerade mask on his face. This mask was shaped with sharp, sculpted lines and raised filigree, which gave off an aura of mystery, nobility and untouchable authority. The women and girls fawned over him and even some celebrities were swooning over his gorgeousness

The question shot through my mind. I followed his gaze, but I couldn’t tell which model had caught his attention. In line with the theme, each model wore stylized theatrical makeup—bold, dramatic designs inspired by vintage performance masks. Their faces were painted in striking reds and exaggerated brows, with doll-like crimson lips. One even wore the traditional comedic character makeup, making it impossible to distinguish who was who, let alone guess who Miles might be reacting to. The trio posed at the end of the runway before turning back with elegant precision.

******** She hissed again as she saw herself in the mirror, she bent to place her makeup disguise kits in front of the mirror when she saw herself more clearly. She chuckled at the sight of head, so bald. She picked up one of her kits also, this wasn’t meant for her alone but for the guys to also change their looks most times. There was another small bag with her, not for make up kits tho but for other disguise materials like their artificial beards, masks and the tinted face tan.

A majestic and ruthless cold aura exudes from him, giving one the urge to subconsciously bow to him. On the man’s face was a sleek and metallic cold, black mask that had intricate, sharp, fierce yet minimalistic designs that made it seem as if it wanted to come alive. The mask's eye cutouts are sharp, revealing the man's piercing, deep, and frigid blue eyes. The mask edges were sharp and precise, enhancing the man's intimidation, majesty, coldness, and ruthlessness.

Aleksandr warned the pack that there would be humans here for the wedding today, and Amber was a bridesmaid, so she would be here all day, so we still need to be careful not to accidentally reveal the pack secret. We went with mostly natural colors for my makeup but added just enough contour and varying shades of tans and browns to make all my best features stand out and minimize the things I wanted to hide. Of course, because I love dramatic eyes, they went a little heavier on the eyeshadow and even applied false lashes that didn’t look too outlandish but added an extra feminine touch to my look.