Padme Amidala Makeup Novels & Stories

I put on some heels that were four inches. I decided to do some extra makeup today to make my outfit look perfect. It consisted of black eyeshadow with glitter on top of it, some nude lipstick, and a little blush in my favorite shade of pink. I couldn't pick which earring I should use, so I sent pictures of it to Amelia. She chose the hoops, of course, she would, because she loved big hoops.

When it was time for the coronation, Aliyah entered the Great Hall, her footsteps echoing on the polished stone. She walked alone. Her robes flowed behind her. Light streamed through the tall windows, catching on the fabric as she moved. Her hair was braided into a crown, pinned with obsidian that sparkled like stars in the light. Her makeup was soft yet striking. Dark liner made her amber eyes glow, while a touch of bronze defined her cheekbones, highlighting both strength and beauty. Her lips, painted deep red, held the quiet promise of someone bold and unshakable.

That lady made little Aashmaan wear that altered short dress and Aashmaan felt naked in that revealing dress. Nisha and that lady nodded their heads and were satisfied by the way Aashmaan was looking. Stunning ... Sparkling ... "This girl doesn't have any breasts so I put pads on her valley and craved it with makeup", the Make-up arrtist said her eyes glittering whenever she looked at Aashmaan. Nisha got a volt of anger running through her body the way that lady was appreciating Aashmaan's beauty. She threw a short black jacket on Aashmaan to wear.

The result was stunning, even by my own high standards. Satisfied with her work, I moved to the mirror and began applying my signature makeup. I opted for a subtle yet elegant look, blending soft nude and champagne tones with a touch of shimmer. A swipe of black eyeliner gave my almond-shaped eyes a striking definition, while bold red lipstick added a pop of color that perfectly complemented the understated eye makeup. It was a statement look—bold yet refined.

The ensemble projected confidence and sophistication without being flashy. "This reflects your potential status," Paige explained, adjusting the jacket's lapel. "Powerful, elegant, and approachable." By 5:30 PM, Amber was ready. Her makeup was flawless, enhancing her natural beauty without appearing overdone. Her long black hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, and subtle diamond earrings – Dominic's New Year's gift – completed the look. Paige stepped back, admiring her work. "Perfect. You look like you were born to be Luna."

I say, looking at my face at different angles. I have neutral make-up but the eye is dramatic. A gold smokey eye. My cheeks have that beautiful shimmer to them, my eyebrows are perfect and my lip is red. My hair has been pulled up into barrel curls, looking elegant. I stand and give them all a hug, thanking them all. When Paige steps forward.

Amora responded with a smile curving elegantly on her lips, now painted with peach-colored lipstick. Amora gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She was mesmerized by how she looked and by Jessica Meadow's skill, a renowned professional makeup artist. Jessica’s touch had made Amora’s face glow in a way it hadn’t for a long time. She couldn’t remember the last time she had paid attention to her own face. Her daily busyness left no time for proper skincare. But even if she had the time, she’d need money to buy quality skincare products or visit beauty clinics.

She increased her pace—bouncing more roughly on his d·ck and soon, she felt hot sticky liquid shooting into her womb. “Ah!” She cried in ecstasy with trembling legs. She maintained her position while gazing down on the drained gentleman. “That was… amazing,” he smiled widely. Yet, Marie kept gaping at him, but all she could see was Jinx Armstrong. Slowly, she reached for his eyes and then began rubbing his left eye gently. At first, he found it a bit weird, but never complained. While he remained motionless and basked in the pool of pleasure, Marie extended the claws on her fingernails.

Gemma says Between her and Aylin, I have to say they did not disappoint. My makeup was dark and smoky, with just a little eyeliner to make my eyes pop, dark red lipstick, and just a light blush to add some color to my pale face. Aylin didn't go all out with contouring my face like she wanted to; she just used concealer under my eyes and a light face powder. Gemma had some of my hair braided into a crown that she laced some baby's breath and lavender flowers into, and the rest cascaded down my back in loose curls.

Sure enough, they answered, the sun shining down on them both, and I could see Mom and Dad were lounging on the beach. "Baby girl!" Mom said, her smile vanishing when she saw Azura’s face. "Mama! Liam no like my make-up!" "Fuck…" Dad commented, trying to suppress his smile. "Oh my baby… Why don’t you take it off and Raven can apply something pretty and pink?" Mom suggested. “Raven is not here…" I reminded her. "Then you can." "Pink sparkly make-up?" Azura asked hopefully. "I no see any pink." "Yes, Liam will put some pretty pink make-up on you, ok? I'm sure there’s something there, ok?" Mom replied, smiling.