Novel & Cerita Mujer Lentes Para Cara Ovalada

Her glasses were too deep and ended up ruining people's view of the girl's beautiful blue eyes. Renzo looked at Carina and felt something strange. She was quite the nerdy type, the type he couldn't stand. He found this type of woman extremely boring. They were silent, quiet, saintly. He liked ‘women’! But this Carina, even with that simple dress, had a very beautiful body. And even from a distance, he could tell her mouth was sexy. ‘If I put a bag over my head…’, he thought. She had a beautiful and delicate nose, as well as her mouth, which was slightly plump, and she was wearing lipgloss. If it weren't for the eyes...

“It matches your eyes when you’re angry. And it will make everyone forget to breathe when you walk in with him.” I swallowed. They helped me fit into it. The fabric clung like a second skin, cool against my body. The slit revealed one leg with every step. The neckline dipped just low enough to show collarbones and the faintest swell of my breasts. I looked in the full-length mirror. I didn’t recognize the woman staring back. Perfect curves. Round and perky boobs. Elegant. Dangerous. Grieving. But alive. Elena fastened diamond drop earrings—simple and stunning. A thin silver bracelet. No necklace.

The woman who just walked in has the same pitch-black curly hair (tied in an elegant bun) and gray eyes like that of Robbie's. However, unlike him, she has an oval face, a soft, kind mouth, and a glowing wheatish complexion. She is quite short with a lean structure, but her presence is quite large. She has the word 'class' written in every nook and cranny of her stature. It is so profound that even some of the cafe's customers turned to look at her.

“Of course not. Your hair’s a gift. I’ll treat it like one.” The dye settled in like a secret being absorbed. As it processed, Liana moved to my face. She plucked and shaped my brows into thin, elegant arcs, lifting my features with a cold precision that made me feel new already. Then came the lenses, green. Emerald and vivid. She slid them in with the gentleness of someone handling rare stones. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I hardly recognized the woman staring back. Curls the color of wine and blood framed my face. My eyes were sharp, feline, otherworldly. And my skin… glowed.

The sun-kissed human laid on her back, and her neck was turned to the left, revealing the length of her right carotid and the pink hue of her soft skin. Starting at her hairline, Asher absentmindedly began to study every detail of the woman's face. Her dark eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, slightly slanted downwards at the tips, gave her an exotic appeal. Her small nose and round lips only accentuated her face further. The Alpha's gaze paused there for a second, and the wolf gulped.

High cheekbones with rosy cheeks, soft slightly grey eyes, long narrow nose, thin neatly drawn dark eyebrows, pouty lips in the colour red, long eyelashes brushed with black thick mascara and an eyeliner highlighting her pretty shaped eyes. Long neck adorned with a coral necklace, full, impressive boobs, D-cup size to be precise. I appreciated her womanly features and, she has a nice scent. She smelled like luxury and wealth. Something seemed familiar about her and I couldn't place a finger on where I have met her before.

Lylah stood in front of the mirror in her room, her green eyes sparkling as she gazed at her reflection. Her black hair, now thicker and more luscious with age, curled up and dropped past her shoulder, framing her beautiful face. Her full, Ruby red lips still complemented the oval shape of her face, but the passing years had etched fine lines around her eyes and mouth. At 38, Lylah's body had undergone subtle changes. Her curves were softer, and her skin smoother. But her face hadn't changed much, neither had her stature.

- But I have other plans for you. - Professional?.. - What do you think? His face froze so close that Anel could see every wrinkle on his lips, the dark point of stubble on his cheeks, a straight eyelash much lighter in tone than the hair on his head. And in the eyes there is a thin border of colored lenses. Very expensive lenses. An ignorant person would not have considered such a detail, since their texture was worked out in such detail that the effect they created was more reminiscent of tint.

Her hair puffed out around her head like a sad cloud, and those oversized round glasses magnified her eyes until they looked like two fishbowls perched on her face, too big for her thin features. I kept my hands to myself.