Mujer Lentes Para Cara Ovalada Novels & Stories

She was dressed in an elegant white gown that accentuated her slender figure, and her delicate fingers were adorned with sparkling diamonds. As she gazed at the photo, her eyes narrowed, and a glint of resentment flashed in their depths. The woman in the photo was Emily, and Lara couldn't help but feel inferior to her breathtaking beauty. Emily's skin was radiant with a subtle sheen that seemed almost otherworldly. Her face was a perfect oval, with high cheekbones and a small, pointed button nose. Her eyes were a deep, shining black, fringed with thick lashes that seemed to sparkle with innocence.

Her neck glistens, capturing the light with a captivating shine. I can't take my eyes off her. Her sharp chin and visible oval jawline perfectly frame her face, accentuating her beauty. Her love-shaped lips, adorned with a baby pink lip gloss, invite me in with a gentle allure. As my gaze travels upward, I notice her thick eyelashes, delicately framing her mesmerizing eyes. The baby pinkish glittering eye shades she's wearing add a touch of magic, enhancing the sparkle in her gaze.

Nyla's eyes narrowed as she stopped halfway with her hair straightener, her gaze piercing mine in the mirror. She slipped into a green sleeveless blazer, the vibrant color accentuating her radiant complexion. The fitted white pants hugged her curves, showcasing her effortless elegance. Her features, bare of makeup, glowed with a natural warmth. The gentle light danced across her skin, highlighting the subtle contours of her face. As she moved, her eyes sparkled, their brightness seeming to intensify with each passing year.

When Preston turned back, he noticed an entirely different face from his wife's. Lenora typically has a face the size of his palm, a small heart shape. Her large doe eyes, soft cheeks, strong jawline, full yet delicate pink lips, and refined nose are the most alluring features of her face, giving her a doll-like appearance. But all that was there was a plain woman in her early twenties standing there. Even Lenora's long hair was nowhere to be seen as she packed it up in a tight bun. “You!” “You haven't dressed up yet? Well, it doesn't matter let's go. Whoever asks, say you got hired by me.”

After a long moment, the car window slowly lowered, revealing an exquisite face. The woman wore large sunglasses that covered most of her features, making it difficult to see her clearly. Still, her contours suggested she was young and beautiful. The car's interior was luxurious, with a delicate pendant hanging in front of the window, featuring a striking ruby that caught the eye. Jade stared at the woman's face, feeling a sense of familiarity but unable to recall where she had seen her before. "Hello, could you step out for a chat?" Jade asked, noticing the woman had no intention of getting out of the car. "We need to discuss the compensation."

She came out, sat in front of her mirror and applied facial cream. Lena is seventeen years old, with really fair skin, brilliant blue eyes, well-anchored brows, long eyelashes with strawberry lips (red with a slight shade of pink traces at the edges), and long wavy brown hair waist length. With her tiny yet outspoken voice. Her straight posture, her tiny waist, large hips, full boobs and long fingernails. She wore a puff sleeve velvet corset top, Amanda's low-rise denim mini skirt, a pair of black heel boots and a chain bag. She ran downstairs to find her hairbrush which she was very clear with and as well picked up Milla's food.

To her curiousity, she looked up and got even more surprised at how tall she the woman is that she unknowingly took a few steps back. Méah's sight was locked on the woman's face. The woman has wrinkles forming around her eyes making her eyelids droopy and saggy. There are also some which looked like small cracks on both sides of nose down to her lips, giving it a frowning look. With these, Méah could tell that the woman was already in her fifties. Although there was no trace of white hairs on her silky and curly jet black hair. Overall, the woman looked beautiful. She has round, lovely eyes and straight, little nose and thin lips. "What's wrong, my dear? Are you hurt?" the woman asked worrie

Damien stood with his head slightly bowed, observing the woman whose eyes kept darting around, obviously plotting her escape. Standing this close, he could tell this woman wore no perfume or makeup. Bathed in soft moonlight streaming through the window, she wasn't bad-looking. In fact, she could even be described as pretty— petite frame, fair skin, lovely oval-shaped face, dainty lips and small nose. But her best feature were her eyes— big, round, liquid eyes that required no help from mascara.

No one can blame me though, those books were masterpieces. She rolled her eyes, then opened her mouth to say something when a loud whistle cut her off. "Yo, Lyra, what happened to your face?" someone snickered. My gaze trailed to hers. "Damn..." Lena drawled. She had on a pirate eye mask covering on one of her eyes. Although she dabbed enough makeup to last her a millennia, the huge bump on her lips was clearly visible and so was the one on her cheeks. "Are you both gonna give us another show?" someone screamed.

A young man was standing, slightly angled to the side in front of a three-meter mirror-like, round object. His black almond-shaped eyes were raised. His thin pink lips, opening and closing. He was slightly facing to his side, highlighting his straight, pointed nose and defined jawline. He was extremely fair and white. On his face was a serious expression, in which, looking closely, had a subtle hint of pampering.