Ms Glow Glass Skin Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

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.

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.”

I blinked and looked at myself in the mirror. The woman staring back at me looked... different. Not in a dramatic way. Not in a way that screamed "I'm trying too hard." But in a way that made me look like I'd stepped out of a magazine. My skin was glowing, my cheekbones more defined, my eyes somehow wider and brighter. The eyeshadow was a soft gold that caught the light, complementing the emerald of my dress perfectly. My lips were a natural pink, just a shade darker than my real color.

Why do I question everything? I walk into the bathroom and freshen up, taking my time with my morning routine. After washing my face with a refreshing cleanser, I apply a thin layer of CeraVe Hydrating Serum and follow up with Neutrogena Hydro Boost Water Gel for moisture. My skin feels soft and rejuvenated. I add a light layer of Fenty Beauty Pro Filt'r Soft Matte Longwear Foundation to even out my complexion, then finish with a sweep of NARS Orgasm Blush and a touch of highlighter to give my skin a dewy glow.

She let go of our hands and waved her fingers in the air, making me gasp as a small little shard of glass appeared in our palms. She stepped back and waited as we looked at the glass in our hands, it glowed faintly and pulsed in a soft rhythm that felt very calming. I glanced over at her and noticed that she was waiting for us to do what she had said. So I tapped at the pointed end and nodded, brushing my hair away from my right shoulder and swiping the end against my skin. I felt no pain as the cut appeared and soon turned the point of the glass against my palm. I could see Dorian doing the same and looked up at the Goddess who stepped closer once more.

She turned to me with confusion in her eyes. I took down the glass of the car, letting the cool night air in. “Enjoy the ride.” My legs went to the accelerator again, going far over the speed limit. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes before bringing out a cotton pad from her bag. She brought out a spray of something I had no idea what the content was, probably ladies' stuff. I got a glimpse of the name; if Elsa uses it, I need to know it. Sensibio H2O Micellar Water, got it. She dappled it on a white cotton pad before smoothing it on her face softly. The makeup she had done began to come off. I knew she wasn’t comfortable in it; it wasn’t her style. It was her mom’s. After a few draping

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.

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.