Ms Glow Glass Skin Novels & Stories

In addition, she was currently only 18 years old, the age where a girl’s complexion is at its best. After peeling the mask off her face, Elizabeth drained the murky water in the bathtub and washed her body again. She then changed into a bathrobe and sat in front of the dresser. The girl in the mirror had ashy brows, a high nose, and delicate lips in a nice natural shade just like beautiful cherry blossoms in March. The most amazing feature was her pair of eyes, just like an autumn lake, shimmering like stars. Due to her long-term no care for beauty or skin policy, her skin was dry and damaged. But the moisturizing facial mask helped her regain skin as youthful as her body.

Each crystal feels imbued with intent as if they are tiny fragments of a larger, unsolved riddle. Finally, she moves to makeup. A soft touch of iridescent blue eyeshadow graces my eyelids, making them pop like never before. Each stroke of the mascara wand adds depth to my lashes, rendering them almost feathery. When she applies a rose-tinted lip gloss, I feel like every aspect of my being is being highlighted yet also questioned.

Strands of glowing mist began to leak from my pores, drifting toward the mirrors. "What are you doing?" I tried to grab the mist. My hands went right through it. "I’m cleaning you out. All that messy emotion. All that useless hope. I need the energy, Aradaa. The sun is waiting for its final breath." The glass beneath me began to glow. On the other side of the floor, a dozen versions of me were screaming. I couldn't hear them, but I could see their mouths moving. Their fingernails scraped against the glass, leaving white streaks.

“Yeah, simple but cute. Hopefully Gavin notices.” She laughed softly. “He will. Just don’t let him catch you staring too obviously.” I pulled out my makeup bag, keeping it natural: bronzer for a sun-kissed glow, soft peach blush, waterproof mascara to avoid clumping near the water, and a swipe of neutral lip gloss. Just enough to highlight me without being over the top. Gemma hummed as she applied her own makeup—soft winged eyeliner, a touch of shimmer, and a light pink lip. “Ready,” she said finally, grabbing her sandals.

It was not me. The girl in the glass was a stranger. Her skin was deep, dark, and radiant, glowing as though touched by the moon. Her eyes, large and brown, gleamed with strength and fire. Her hair cascaded in long black waves down her back, silky and heavy. Her nose was sharp, her lips full and glistening. Her figure was taller, leaner, her shoulders straight and proud. She radiated a quiet, commanding beauty. “No…” My voice cracked. My hands rose to my face, trembling. “This isn’t me.”

Under my tongue when I lied and said I was fine. I leaned closer to the mirror. My reflection leaned too. On time. Perfectly. “Cute,” I muttered. “Gaslight me before breakfast. That’s mature.” The silver mark at my temple flickered once, like it had opinions. I reached for my moisturizer and went through the motions of my morning routine because apparently even metaphysical instability couldn’t save me from dry skin. Toner. Serum. Lotion. Sunscreen. A woman could be haunted by cosmic inheritance and still refuse to look ashy. Standards mattered.

she said honestly. “Why would you think so?” George laughed and said, “Don’t I see you every day without makeup? And your bare face looks very good.” George took a step forward and said gently, “Your skin is soft. Even if you didn’t wear makeup, your pores still can’t be seen. When you smile, a very natural blush makes your cheeks flush with a rosy glow, which looks better than any kind of blusher.

Squirming to control the wave of hormones that’s been dormant too long. “Maybe you need glasses.” I shake my head, smiling despite my rebuttal, and go back to applying some moisturizer and give myself a final look over. There's no point making a considerable effort if I am to shower soon anyway. I look like I always do, only with some tiredness, shadows, and a slightly pale complexion.

Iris announced. George stood up and reported, "Miss Young, regarding my promises from the last time, my department's already managed to do it!" "These three cosmetics and the latest ones we managed to develop!" George took out three bottles and placed them on the table, introducing everything, "the first one is the anti-wrinkle cream. We added pennyworts inside, and it has the effect of removing scars and wrinkles." "The second one is this skincare lotion. We added milk vetch to it, which whitens the skin and adds to its suppleness!"

The most fantastic position I would love to stay for centuries. With her long smooth blonde hair ended above her chest, I could see myself brushing it away to suck her breast. Her hazel green eyes would glance at me full of desires---wanting more of my touch from my gifted hands all over her soft porcelain skin. Oh god, I was thankful you included the lips on our faces so that I could kiss her hard and listen to her muffled moans. Her muse voice would hitch in lust, screaming my name as I tasted her flower.