Nails Aesthetic Novels & Stories

None of their mates wanted them to be touched by anyone, so Mariana promised that they wouldn't get massages, much to her dismay. The three of them went into the main room and were seated in oversized salon chairs that massaged their back muscles. The girls all moaned at the same time as the chair worked their sore pregnancy backs. The girls relaxed as they got their facials and pedicures. Selene went with a shimmery purple nail polish, Nahla with a beautiful ocean blue, and Mariana with white glitter nail polish. After about an hour and a half the girls were feeling refreshed.

The nail technicians signaled the completion of their work, and we took a moment to admire our newly adorned fingers and toes. Izzy inspected her nails, satisfied with the bold coffin shape and the vibrant red color she had chosen. Emma went for a delicate round nail shape, painted in a nude shade that complemented her well. As for me, I opted for almond-shaped nails painted in a caramel brown color, mirroring the shade on my toenails. A job well done indeed. °°°°°° "Your hair smells so good I can't stop sniffing it," Izzy remarked to Emma as we all lay huddled together on a makeshift bed on the living room floor.

How could she waste so much energy whining about Kael when she had the perfect opportunity to sharpen herself into a weapon that no one could ignore? But Seraphina had always been… softer. Not weak, exactly. Just easily distracted. Easily swayed. And that made her useful, if not dangerous in my palms. A nail technician glided over, bowing slightly before lifting my hand from the water. Her gloved fingers were gentle, methodical, painting my nails in sleek obsidian black. On Seraphina’s other side, another technician fussed with her nails in bright crimson, which matched her need for attention perfectly.

I swallowed hard, picking up the ballet pink polish. I painted her nails carefully, making sure each one was perfect. Thea held her hands still, watching with rapt attention as the nearly-nude polish transformed her fingertips. Just for fun, I added a touch of glitter to the top of hers, and added some to mine as well. When I was finished, she admired them in the lamplight, turning her hands this way and that.

Hannah Viona and I stepped out of the nail salon, freshly manicured and ready to take on the world—or at the very least, a tedious dinner engagement with my soon-to-be ex-husband and his would-be mistress. “That color looks perfect on you,” Viona said, admiring her glossy pink nails as we strolled down the street. “And they’re so… long.” I hummed in agreement as I admired my own nails. I usually kept my nails clipped relatively short with nude or pink polish, but lately… that just didn’t feel like me anymore. This time, I had gone for deep crimson, almond-shaped acrylics. And I was glad I did.

To be honest, I didn’t really know anything about deco, but since Jade was so into it, I listened to her and watched as her eyes gleamed with excitement. “Well, Luna, it’s now time to do your makeup,” Jade said when we were done. I glanced at my nails, and I loved them. This was the first time I was doing my nails… it was a bit uncomfortable at first, but once I got used to it, it was easy to use my fingers. They weren’t that long like Jade’s, but they were neat and beautiful. I had gone for a nude colour with some glitter on top. Something simple for someone who wasn’t used to things like this…

I walked into a room with bright lights, I sat in front of a huge mirror and a ring light and two girls sat in front of me, one trimmed and filed my nails, and then she brought out ten packs of acrylic nails with different colours. “Which do you like?!.” She asked. I stared at them and then pick a gold-coloured nail. While the others cleaned, trimmed and polished my toenails. “What colour do you want on your toenails?!.” The other girls asked. “White!.” I replied. Once they were done the make-up artist came in and began my makeup, it didn’t take much time, though she was very gentle and careful and showered me with compliments. One of the loads I met earlier walked in. “I am Rose nice to mee

And the lips—a deep, bruised-plum stain that looked like I’d been eating forbidden fruit. Through the mirror, I watched Adrian. He was a statue. He didn't look at his phone. He didn't read a magazine. He sat in the shadows, his eyes fixed on me with a terrifying, silent focus. It wasn't the look of a brother, or even a lover. It was the look of a creator watching his masterpiece take form. "The nails," Adrian noted, standing up as the stylists finished. He walked over and took my hand, his fingers cool against mine. He examined the fresh, almond-shaped tips, painted in a black so deep it looked like obsidian. "Perfect."

With my new cellphone, alongside her presence, I had successfully eased off the boredom that was seething into my entirety. "You're really good with this, Sara" and I meant it. She knew all the practical procedures nail technicians perform and she was absolutely meticulous with it. "Oh that's an understatement" She beamed, "you're looking at the Eden CCity'sbest technician in the nail care industry. I mean, it's so exciting. What different colours on your nails can do to your moods is thrilling!" "Then I'm looking forward to what this would make me feel" "Watch me work my magic" She said in an undertone.

He asked, leaning closer to me. "What?" "Those things on your nails?" He pointed to my hands, and I smiled, raising my hands and flexing my fingers. "Oh, I got my nails done as well today. Now I have claws as you do," I smiled brightly. "But mine are artistically done." "Why would you want to have claws?" He looked confused, and I struggled with which adjective I associated with him now. Cute, or idiot? "Because these nails make my fingers look good," I smiled, and he stared at them before smiling.