Reverse Eyebrow Piercing Novels & Stories

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my makeup brush poised in the air as my eyes caught the glimmer of my Luna mark. Nestled on my neck, the crescent moon was perfectly healed now, its curves as elegant as fine calligraphy. Staring at it, a sense of purpose washed over me, anchoring me to the present moment.

He smiles and everything is okay again. We return to our former position and I resume trimming his eyebrows. When I motion for him to sit, he takes a second longer to lift his head off my laps. I offer him the small hand mirror, he arches a perfect brow while tapping a finger to his mouth as he inspects his face. I don’t understand why boys get fuller brows and thicker eyelashes when ladies are the ones who need them. I’ll kill to have his. Not kill but yeah, I would love to have those lashes.

But at the end of the day, both are equally disgusting body fluids that nobody should be chugging down like a carton of orange juice. " Your turn," I nudged her after her gagfest was over. Tina, having regained her composure, tossed her hair over her shoulder, bringing her tanned face to full exposure- I notice for the first time tonight, an anti eyebrow piercing over by her left eye- a wicked smirk stretching her pink glossy lips.

The doctor suggested that instead of being an exact copy, that they only take some features instead. Now, her eyes which used to be a little prominent were now a little hooded like Diana’s. Her nose and lips remained the same. But as for her eyebrows, she had it undergo microblading, making her eyebrows appear darker and more full. She also started to wear dark brown contact lenses and dyed her blonde hair into black. Chantal now looked more like a fraternal twin of Diana more than she ever did when they were still called twins.

"I think you'd look pretty smokin' with your eyebrow pierced." "Yeah," Benjamin said, agreeing without really caring one way or the other. "If you'd like to sit here," she smiled at Ben. He returned the smile, but only due to the manners with which his parents raised him. Taking the paperwork from him, she read it over. She walked to the counter and came back with a silver-curved barbell. He watched her open the packaging on the barbell, forceps, and needle. Once it was all set up and she had wiped his eyebrow, she smiled once again. "Ready, handsome?"

“Hahaha… then I have the perfect solution for you; laser treatment.” “Oh, wouldn’t that hurt?” “It would but the result will be better and lasting, more convenient for a busy person like you.” “Okay, I’d like that.” “Next will be a moisture treatment for your very dry hair, we should resurrect its health first before doing any other treatments.” “Then your bushy eyebrows, we just need to trim them a bit, to avoid this mono brow here.” “Your braces, let’s change them to iBraces, the brackets will be anchored to the back of the tooth so no visible brackets will be showing outside”

They lifted the magazine from their face and stared up at me. "Yeah?" She asked in annoyance. She had died hot pink hair and crystal blue eyes. She was tan as the perfect marshmallow and looked hollow. Her cheeks in-caved into her face. Her hair was cut short, barely kissing her shoulders. She had dark makeup on and piercings all over her skin. She stood up, maybe a couple of inches shorter than me. She had gages in both ears and then four more earrings above them. She had a hoop piercing in her left brown eyebrow. She had a lip piercing a tongue jewel. To finish it off with a nose piercing in the shape of the Leo horoscope sign. Her roots were brown like her brows, the brown and pink didn't

Heming corrected, bowing his head. I looked at Anders, who frowned and nodded. Taking a deep breath, I twisted in my chair. Turning my back to the crowd, I pulled my hair over my shoulder so they could see the moon birthmark that shimmered on my right shoulder blade. Gasps echoed throughout the room. After a minute, I turned in my chair, so I was facing the crowd again.

she apologized. Jessica arched her recently made Korean brows towards Daniella and eyed her from head to toe and she couldn’t say anything. The woman was perfect, from her nails which were colored with vibrant red to her long and wavy hair in chestnut brown. Her figure didn’t show that she gave birth to a daughter already and her lips were pouty and kissable even without makeup. Everything on her was natural and she understood why Marcus fell for the woman. Daniella’s pretty, all right, but she couldn’t forget how she almost ruined her eyebrows earlier. She read from social media about microblading and how it could change the shape of her brows and because she hated hers and admired the stra