Nerd Makeover Novels & Stories

Kyle Black. He's your average, good-looking, football playing, jerk. And the big reason why my life at school is hell. Sure, somedays I just wish I could wipe that smug smirk off of his face, but then I remember that he's the future Alpha. Can't mess with them. People seem to like calling me 'Nerdy Skylar.' It doesn't even rhyme! Though I just kept reminding myself that this is my last day here for a while, so I'll finally be free of them later today.

Carlton had a lot of rooms for club activities. "Here," said Autumn as she handed me a small gift box. "Happy birthday, babe!" "Aww thank you!" I opened the box and gasped. "Oh my god! The new Fenty makeup!" I've been buzzing about Rihanna's new makeup line since the first time it came out. I saved some of my pocket money but it wasn't enough to buy them. I looked at Autumn and pulled her into another hug. "Thank you so much!!" Norma playfully shoved Autumn away. "My turn!" She beamed as she carried a pink paper bag.

“Live a little, Scott. You might like it.” “What’s it about?” he asks. “Some poor person who’s never been lucky in love volunteers for a full makeover. By that, I don’t just mean a new wardrobe. They get lessons in how to flirt and how to behave on a date. They get a new hairdo, facials, teeth whitening……” “Is there anything left of them by the time they’re finished?” Scott interrupts. “The good bits stay,” I reply. “Though admittedly, good bits are sometimes in short supply.”

But tomorrow was Tracy's birthday party, and I was going to make an entrance that would change everything. I spent the entire next morning transforming myself. First, I went to the most expensive salon in Sacramento and told them I wanted a complete makeover. They styled my hair in soft waves that framed my face perfectly, gave me a facial that made my skin glow, and applied makeup that enhanced my natural beauty without making me look overdone.

On top of her intricate makeup and luxurious diamond necklace, bracelets, and earrings, she looked just like an elegant woman on television shows. With this makeover, Annabeth instantly looked a lot more attractive. The artificial mole near the corner of her eye gave the finishing touch to her overall look.

said a new voice. Aaron Lachlan stood in the doorway, holding a plate of scones. “Makeovers,” he said, “are basically performance art that requires snacks.” I wanted to glare, but he was immune to glares. He offered a lemon scone like a peace treaty. “What do you know about makeovers?” I muttered. “If I were a guy, this would be two racks, tops.” “And if I were White,” Aaron said loftily, “no one would question whether I’m a Lachlan. Scone?”

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.

She grins as i check out my face in the mirror. And men,i still haven't gotten used to the wonder of these magical things called 'make up'. Each time seems to get a different reaction off me.and right now, i feel like walking all the street of New York to show of this beauty. For my outfit, i put on a red silk beaded gown,a small silver necklace with a matching wrist watch then a black red bottom heel. My shoe collection seems to consist more of that.all thanks to Mia.

What a jerk! “This way dear. I’m afraid we don’t have much time to give you a complete makeover,” Bruno said as he pushed my back, urging me deeper into the back of the building. “A complete…makeover?” I asked in confusion. That was what he said, right? “Yes dear. Complete makeover. Everything…you know, everything! Hair, nails, body scrub, makeup, clothes, shoes…and everything else,” Bruno quickly explained.

Bruno smiled softly, their eyes meeting for just a second. "Alright, Mr. Bruno," Kai interrupted, clapping his hands together. "Sorry, hate to interrupt, but it's makeover time! I can't wait to work my magic on you." Bruno chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah... I'm ready. It's a disguise, so make me look as different as possible." Kai grinned, pulling out a kit filled with makeup, grooming tools, and styling products. "Trust me, darling, you'll look different-like you had cosmetic surgery."