Reverse Eyebrow Piercing Novels & Stories

Rather than neatly tucking the ends of the braids, he had allowed the remaining loose strands to cascade freely, creating a wild, curly halo around his head. The man's fashion choices only added to his allure. A single, delicate starfish earring dangled from one earlobe, and his face was subtly enhanced with a light touch of makeup. His blue-green eyes, in particular, were accentuated by skillfully applied eye makeup, making them appear even more striking and piercing.

My rebirth. My hair was chopped to a sleek, shoulder-brushing cut dyed the color of ashes mixed with silver. Elizabeth styled it with a precision only years of high-end training could produce. The sharpness of the cut and the tint reshaped my entire face. She used contouring to lift my cheekbones, make my jaw slimmer, hide the softness pregnancy had left behind. Then, she bleached my brows and darkened them again into an unfamiliar arch that made my eyes icy, predatory, mysterious. “I don’t believe this,” I whispered, my voice cracking slightly.

It was bold and sinful. Perfect for a night like this. My auburn hair was styled into an elegant updo, with soft curls framing my face while the rest was twisted into a voluminous, intricate braid that fell over one shoulder. Delicate golden pins, shaped like crescent moons, gleamed within the strands, adding a touch of celestial charm. My makeup was just as daring. Smokey eyeshadow that made my olive green eyes stand out even more. A hint of blush on my high cheekbones. And lips painted a sultry shade of blood red.

Ember She’d spent the whole day with the other women; it was strange and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Not being around the women, but what they considered pampering. Why was plucking at her eyebrows considered pampering? It hurt!! And then they went on to cover her eyebrows and lashes in this weird gunk and she had to lie there with her eyes closed or it would burn. Apparently that was called tinting her lashes and eyebrows.

She dyed my black hair to a blonde colour and styled it into a preppy one with side- swept bangs and straight hair that I can eventually put up into a bun, or chignon. She made sure to find the best eyebrow shape for my face, I was a bit scared when she began to pluck out my eyebrow hairs from underneath my brows, but the result was perfect, my new high angled eyebrows made me look completely different, coupled with the blonde hair. Then she got me a pair of fake glasses with a square frame. The glasses was the icing on the cake, there was no way I will be recognized by any of the Andrews, if they eventually show up here at Hawk's house.

He was still holding my phone. His eyes met my eyes again. He raised his eyebrow at me. Wow! How did he do that? My eye was looking at his eyebrow, there was a small cut from the front, a little part of the hair was missing on his right eyebrow. It reminded me of a blue-eyed guy. He has also cut on the front part of his right eyebrow. It was looking dam* adorable on him. I heaved a deep sigh and shifted my eyes on the ground. I yawned and I put my hand on my mouth to cover it.

81. Getting closer Their eyes met. Lea's brown irises met Shane's bluish irises, which stared at Lea's two thick eyebrows, which, even with makeup, seemed to be connected in the middle. "When you wear makeup, don't you have to shave that middle eyebrow?" Shane's index finger stroked the middle of Lea's eyebrow above her nose. There was a fine line of hair that met there. It was very special to him. Mubarak! Lea pushed Shane's body away spontaneously.

he points to my brow, “you even wear the Crown of Shadows.” Looking more closely at my reflection, I find that along my brow in almost imperceptible fine lines is a swirl of iridescence that traces up my horns and is only visible when I turn my head just enough that the fine prismatic tracings flash. The swirls are ornate, forming a circlet of sorts. “What is this?” I demand as I look at yet another change I never wanted or asked for. “What did you do to me?”

The woman's eye makeup was a bit dramatic—smokey-eyed and heavily lined with black eyeliner and mascara—an addition, which enhanced lashes already thick and long without the artificial help. In her left eyebrow, she wore a small hoop, and a tiny diamond stud graced the crease of her left nostril. An additional grouping of small hoops took up residence on the side of her bottom lip. Her left ear supported a Daith piercing, and in her right, a Helix. I shook my head as I inspected my reflection, wondering if I would ever get used to seeing myself look so different. My new image was far sultrier, far sexier, than the old me had ever been.

he went on, his finger trailing gently over my right eyebrow. I frowned in confusion. The action was painful as my brows knitted together. With the fingers of my left hand, I traced along my right eyebrow. Nothing felt strange or out of place until I reached the tail end, where my fingers skimmed something hard and prickly just above my brow bone. The area was tender to the touch and my fingers explored the anomaly tentatively. "Do I have stitches?" I asked, as my fingertips felt the spikey bits of what felt like protruding knots of fishing line.