Novel & Cerita Masculine Makeup

"Pain is temporary, Monica, but the image of Damian drooling when he sees you in these? Eternal." I never thought I'd laugh so much after what happened, but Julian had a way of forcing it out of me. He made the world look less ugly, like he was painting over all the black with neon colors that screamed too loud to ignore. One afternoon, in the middle of the makeup aisle, he stopped and studied me seriously, holding a lipstick up like it was a holy relic. "This," he declared, uncapping the tube to reveal a bold shade. "This is your war paint."

He was surprised to see the products there, hidden amongst Juke's cologne collection like secret weapons. "When did you take these?" Dale had raised his eyebrows as he handled the liner and gloss, juggling them between his fingers. "When I was in your room...before we left. Wear them. I like it on you." He'd applied the makeup without hesitation, not thinking about how others would perceive him—not until now. His body tensed as the two men opened the large door, the hinges silent despite their apparent age. "Relax, you look fine." Juke's warm and reassuring voice penetrated his thoughts. It was easy for him to say—he wasn't the one wearing makeup to meet his family.

"Allena! The sorcerer's apprentice is here. What are you still doing?" Marcus was all ready for our next adventure. He walked to stand next to me and waited impatiently, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I coated my eyelashes with mascara, popped on some nude lipstick, and set my face with a setting spray. "What's the point in applying such a color?" He smirked, examining my peachy nude lipstick. "You obviously know nothing about the 2019 lipstick trends."

It speaks of character and determination, never wavering in the face of adversity. A subtle, angular jawline gives structure to his face, hinting at his underlying strength and resilience. It's often adorned with a day's worth of stubble, a hint of ruggedness that accentuates his masculine allure. Lips, full yet not overly so, are the epitome of sensuality. They curve effortlessly into a warm smile, revealing teeth that are bright, symmetrical, and contagious in their radiance.

Jefsexy explains as the whole crowd now pays full attention to him. “I choose to become a gay because women think men can't live with out them and we're proving them wrong that men are meant for men. Any woman who don't want to ever work hard because she had a pussy and a pair of dangling breasts and so she can deal with a man anytime can go to hell”. Jefsexy spoke again as the crowd in their usual Manner cheered him up even without reasoning what he said. “I'm not gonna decieved my self and I don't want my generation to live a deceptive life. Most of the people kicking against the gay bill acts are old folks.”

I just want something that lasts long since I still have an aura after the Christmas Party. After doing my brows, I put pinkish eyeshadow on my lids so that it has color somehow. I covered it with shimmer shadow to make it more pretentious. I took Too Face Better Than Sex Mascara in case there is a drama that will happen later, I will be safe. For blush, I used Nars Cosmetics Blush in Orgasm to look like a barbie! I didn’t put contour but I will apply highlighter! I’ll blind them! I used my fighting highlighter which is Ofra Cosmetics x Nikkitutorials Highlighting Trio. I used the shade Glow goals and placed it on the high temples of my face. For lipstick, I used a long-lasting one from Jefr

Maybe he thought she was crazy because she was talking to someone and she was still wearing a mask. "Ma'am, are you all right?" He asked her when he noticed her. "Ah, yes. I'm fine. I'm sorry because I'm from the party so I haven't removed my mask yet," she replied. "Ah, is that so? Your mask is beautiful. It fits you." "I'll wash it later Manong," she said. "Oh, don't worry, ma'am, it's beautiful," he praised her. "Wow? Thank you!" "Where are you going, ma'am?"

I no longer know. I sat down at the vanity with its clear mirrors. The brushes, the powders, everything was there, an arsenal of transformation. I closed my eyes for a moment, searching within myself for the face I was meant to become. Then I got to work. Makeup is a mask, but also armor. A light foundation to even out skin pale from stress. A touch of concealer for the dark circles, those stigmas of sleepless nights and swallowed tears. On my eyelids, I blended shades of gray and taupe, a sfumato that widens the gaze without making it an invitation. A discreet line of kohl to underline, not to draw. Mascara, just one coat, so my lashes become fringes of shadow, not fluttering wings. My chee

Avery fell silent, before answering me as she smiled coldly. “You too look very handsome tonight. Though, I like your old hairstyle better than this one. And I never know that you were into make up.” She said and glanced at my red lips. Due to the last stage of the Miragela poison, my whole skin and lips turned pale so I have to cover it up with make up to at least not look suspicious when I entered the palace. “Well, it is not illegal for male to wear make up, right?” I could see the corner of her eyes twitched. “...Indeed.”

The result was stunning, even by my own high standards. Satisfied with her work, I moved to the mirror and began applying my signature makeup. I opted for a subtle yet elegant look, blending soft nude and champagne tones with a touch of shimmer. A swipe of black eyeliner gave my almond-shaped eyes a striking definition, while bold red lipstick added a pop of color that perfectly complemented the understated eye makeup. It was a statement look—bold yet refined.