Novel Makeup Crossword Novels & Stories

Unfazed, she reached for her makeup, the routine serving as a form of armor against the weariness etched on her face. The soft strokes of foundation, concealer, and mascara became a delicate dance, each application a step towards presenting a composed exterior. Ava's makeup today was more than usual, a subtle attempt to mask the traces of fatigue and emotional turmoil. She skillfully transformed the canvas of her face, the mirror reflecting a version of herself that belied the inner turmoil.

I cocked my eyebrows, “Don’t you mean lip gloss?” “No, lip glass,” “You’re telling me that a lip gloss and a lip glass are two different things?” I asked. “Stop stressing, Jenna!” she exclaimed. Okay, there was a lot about makeup I didn’t know. We swiftly made our way through the store, examining seemingly endless options of things I didn’t know existed. Jeanette named them all to me; Foundations, concealers, eyeshadow palettes, and primers and she told me I needed to memorize them.

With the corset back tied and secured, Clarice tells me to close my eyes before her and Millia lead me to what I guess is in front of the tri-fold mirror. “You can look now.” Millia whispers out, the young Maid doing her best to hold in her excitement. My own smile must reflect her own as I open my eyes and find myself staring at my reflection once again. My smile morphs into shock as I step closer to inspect my makeup, my large violet eyes framed by light cream and silver eyeshadow with deep brown eyeliner – less striking but brings out the colour of my eyes. My brows were abused earlier this morning, being plucked and shaped to Clarice’s satisfaction, much to my cursing and grumbling, but

“One more thing, peaches. We need to stop at that Ulta. You need some decent palettes, a little blush, and a couple signature lipsticks. That’s all, I promise.” “That can’t be covered by the discretionary fund.” “My treat. Please?” So we come out of the makeup store with a brown neutral eye palette and a mauve and pink eye palette, a deep raisin, almost black, lipstick and a dark rose-colored neutral lipstick, some incredibly expensive mascara, black, nude, and red nail polishes, and a blush palette, with a set of makeup brushes. “I feel like Pretty Woman,” I tell him when we get in the car, overwhelmed but happy.

He saw the number of people inside the club gradually increasing which is an indication that Mariposa will soon come out to dance on stage. There was loud applause as the smoke suddenly appeared on the stage and the beautiful young ladies gradually came out. Next was the latest to come out was Mariposa wearing a skin tone dress that you thought she had no cover on. Regor's eyes shone as he watched completely above the stage.The men present at the bar applauded. Who can't get attention? The beautiful shape of her body, the hips, is worth looking at the chest is also the same. Where else can you find such a sexy woman?Well, it is right in front of them.

"Miss Wuther, what's the brand of your cosmetics? How about you recommend it to us?" Flora shifted her position, crossed her legs and glanced at Jessica with scorn. 'It's a high-end cosmeceutical series of Maddox Group, Exquisite Face. It is their latest products. Go to buy it." 'Go to buy it.' Jessica's face clouded over. Just now Jessica wasn't sure if Flora's skin was as sensitive as she had said, but now she was sure that Flora was making a fuss. The makeup artist's assistant whispered in Jessica’s ear, "It has been sold out as soon as it came out on the market. It's not available now..."

Marcia chuckled lightly, "Right, a one in a hundred years kind of guy!" Her smile transformed her once simple makeup, making it seem alive and vibrant. Kevin hadn't let the makeup artist overdo her look. Her eyes were elegantly defined, enhancing their depth, while her lips were a striking, seductive red. Her smile was like a blooming flower, brilliant and impossible to ignore.

Opening one of the many drawers, she pulls different makeup from the drawer, raising each bottle to check that it matches my complexion. “I doubt I’ll be doing my makeup,” I remind her, my eyes narrowing wondering why looking good is even concern. Xander won’t around. “Yeah, I wouldn’t put any of this stuff on your face,” Charity says, picking different products that lay within. “Unless you want to burn your face off. Each of these is formulated to become a corrosive agent with the addition of air, or water.” “This,” she says, holding up a compact of blush, the tiny thing looking like a silver pokeball. “Looks like a nice rouge, but add some water, shake, throw, and you have a pretty compact

Claire’s POV “Mommy, you look like a princess!” Nova said. We were in my bedroom. I was wearing the dress I had purchased for tonight’s event. My hair and makeup had been professionally done, my hair up in a bun, and my makeup tasteful and discreet. I still felt naked without my mask, especially going to a place like this, but I had no other choice. This makeup was going to have to be mask enough, even if it did nothing to hide me.

I walk into the house seeing my brother in the living room lounging. "Hey, we're back Cello," I say as I'm heading up the stairs to my room. "Ok," I hear him yell back. I walk into my room already seeing nova doing her makeup for tonight. I put my car keys down and walk to my closet pulling out my outfit for tonight it was a lace white bodysuit with white pants and nude stilettos. I pull it out setting the outfit on the bed and heading over to my vanity where nova currently is. I pull out one of my James Charles X Morphe palette doing a smoky eye with black from that palette and I use a shimmery silver from my Huda Beauty Mercury Retrograde palette. After I'm done I do a matte red liquid lip