Pria Berkacamata Hitam Novels & Stories

So now she stood, curls snaking around her face and onto her shoulders—her eyes unrecognisable after the skilled attention of the makeup artist. "Uno o l’altro," the beautician had explained as she’d scrutinized her face, and Brianna had understood—she could play up either her eyes or her mouth, but not both. The eyes had it! Slate-grey eyeshadow and lashings of eyeliner and mascara brought out every last glimmer of blue in her eyes; soft blush accentuated her cheekbones; and her lips were full but teasingly neutral. As for the dress, black had never been less safe. A million hand-sewn black glass beads covered every inch of fabric, and the deep empress line showed off her bosom—and from the

"Why, Felecia? Why?" Miles decided to take pity. Or maybe he was digging the hole deeper. Either way, he circled the desk and stood behind her. Bending, he saw his face in the preview frame just over Diha's shoulder. The Priya looking back at him was nearly identical to the image Diha had shown him. Her make-up was smoky, accentuating her eyes, and her face glistened. She looked like a doll. He understood Diha's worry about comparing herself to her younger sister physically. But it wasn't the packaging that had drawn him to her beyond that moment in the lobby. It was everything that made Diha unique.

“Ethan, beta! You’re finally here!” Her voice hit him before he saw her. Warm, a little husky, the kind that always made him sit up straighter as a kid. Priya walked in from the hallway wiping her hands on a dish towel, wearing a simple maroon tank top and loose black shorts that stopped high on her thighs. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy bun, a few strands sticking to her neck from the kitchen steam. At forty-two she still looked like she could turn heads without trying—full breasts straining against the thin fabric, wide hips that swayed naturally when she moved, smooth golden-brown skin that glowed even in the dim light.

Diana dressed herself in a pure black outfit from head to toe. Her jacket, her long skirt, even the gloves on her hands were black. Only her skin wasn’t. Her eyes were fully hidden behind dark glasses. Anyone who saw her would think she was a shadow moving through the building.

She went into a room to dress up and later came out. “Oh wow Pamela, You look so—“Adam struggled to get the right word to describe her “You look weird.” Xander said and she giggled “I know.” She said and Rielle smirked. Pamela had a dark long fringe wig on, a bigger lip, she had a brown contact lense and also had a mole on her chin. She put on black long skirt and a brown shirt. She was irrecognizable. “You look perfect Pamela.” Riele said and turned to look at the rest of them. Everyone has to get ready now. We have no time to do a fashion parade.” She said and the guys all walked into a room to change. Rielle stood up and walked to her changing room. She pulled off her clothes and wore h

Realising that I might actually drink more than just a glass, I took the bottle with me and returned to the table. Five minutes later, my eyes landed on Priya as she appeared in front of me. She was dressed in a long black and yellow dress and her golden brown hair was down, falling on her shoulders. “Hello, I hope you had a good nap,” I welcomed her, getting up from my seat to pull her seat for her. Her steps were still slow because of her injury. “Thank you.” I could see her cheeks reddening a little as she sat down. “Did you find your bedroom suitable to your liking?” I asked her.