Rhea Ripley Makeup Novels & Stories

Sophia said, cleaning her tears from her eyes. "Yeah, so go get dressed" Rebecca added and Sophia went into the inner room for dressing to put on her dress. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Done." Sasha said after finishing Lexi's makeup. "Finally! Sitting on this chair for hours is tiring," Lexi whined, and Sasha laughed. "Stop being a crybaby and look into the mirror," Sasha said, turning the chair so that Lexi could face the mirror. The shocked expression on Lexi's face showed that she was satisfied. "Wow! This is... I look... stunning," she said, still not able to believe she was the one sitting in front of the mirror. The light makeup accentuated every single detail of her face, her eyes, long eyelashes, and

Good. Rhea stood, pulled off her boots, and stretched her arms above her head, wincing at the dull ache in her back and shoulders. The bindings were snug, and she’d have to adjust them before sleeping. Every part of this illusion was a burden—cloth and scent and voice—but one she’d chosen to carry. She padded over to the small, attached bathroom, splashing water on her face and brushing her teeth with mechanical movements. No mirrors. She avoided her reflection whenever possible now. Looking into her own eyes made it harder to remember who she had to be.

She looks stunning. “You look good too. No makeup?” “No makeup, you know how much I don't like it” “What do you mean you don't like it, since when?” Her eyes questioning me with raised brow, “You love wearing makeup more than me and you have the most beautiful makeup products collections. No wonder you didn't notice I took some of them.” I blinked repeatedly, Aurelia likes make up? I never thought of that. “Makeup makes me feel more confident about myself and I'll do anything that gives me little happiness’, those were your words. Plus you use them to cover the dark undereye you got from sleepless nights worrying about your mate.”

Finally, I dragged him back to the rooftop. Everyone at the scene gasped. It took them a while before they got over the shock and rushed over to secure the dazed patient. Even Kate had stopped crying. I wiped the blood off my hands and strode toward her. With my blood-stained hand, I slapped her hard across the face. I poured all of my anger and hatred for killing me in my last life into the slap. The force sent her staggering backward, nearly falling to the ground. Her meticulously styled hair was disheveled. The blood-stained slap mark on her face began swelling.

I told her and gave her Briana then I went to the suite. I was right, when I entered the suite, Rayne was still straightening her hair and she did not have any makeup on. I went to take a shower then I got dressed. I saw Rayne putting on a knee-length black dress with red flowers on it. She looked so elegant and beautiful. What did I do in my life to be blessed with this masterpiece of a woman? "Ready?" I asked her when I saw her checking herself in the mirror. She nodded her head and walked over to me, "you look gorgeous," I mumbled.

It’s not the worst thing entering with five alpha types, though- rather than having to fight through the crowd, it parts like the red sea to let us through. The girls are I attract a lot of attention as we pass, but given who we’re with, nobody allows their gaze to linger for too long. The five of us got ready together this evening and we’re all dressed to kill in short skirts or dresses and sky-high heels. I’m wearing the black leather miniskirt that Quinn was so fond of, paired with a white ribbed tank top and a pair of black ankle booties. My hair’s down, crimped into waves, and Fallon went heavy on my eye makeup. The whole look is finished off with bright red lipstick, and I must look da

It’s professional, yet dangerously casual. “Girl, you look... incredible,” Tessa whispers, scanning the new silhouette. “Thank you,” Rhea replies, a small, tight smile playing on her lips. She spent an hour this morning with high-coverage foundation, meticulously burying the bite marks on her neck and chest. Underneath the makeup, she is a map of his violence; on the surface, she is flawless. “You look beautiful, Rhea,” Julian says, his eyes softening with an open admiration that makes her want to run to him.

If Damon came looking for her… He wouldn’t even recognize the woman she was about to become. The knock on the door came barely thirty minutes later. Rhian opened it to find the makeup artist she’d requested—Marla—standing with her usual confident poise, her kit slung over one shoulder. Beside her was Lydia, Rhian’s loyal assistant, carrying a garment bag and a small suitcase filled with cosmetics, wigs, and accessories. “You look like hell,” Marla said bluntly, stepping inside. “Let’s fix that.” Rhian managed a half-smile. “Exactly what I need.”

“I’ll go with you… but only so I can meet some of his rich friends too.” Rhea’s face lit up immediately, her grin wide and triumphant. The rest of the afternoon was spent with Rhea sprawled across her bed, her phone glowing in her hands as she surfed through the internet, scrolling through outfit ideas and fashion pages in search of the perfect look to complete her little game. Something bold. Something unforgettable. Something Rowan wouldn’t be able to ignore. Soon it was time for the party. Rhea took her time getting ready, carefully applying her makeup in front of the mirror while soft music played from her phone. The faint scent of her perfume filled the room as she slipped into her outf

Valeria stared at Raelyn with ridicule and continued, "It's fine if you think that this photo is fake. I have a video about what Ms. Anderson had said when she sought the makeup artist just now. I will open up the recorded file for you now." Valeria played the footage that showcased the conversation between Raelyn and the makeup artist. The video had shown the entire process of Raelyn's makeover and her request to become extremely miserable. She even demanded a haggard look to make it as realistic as possible. The makeup artist confidently replied, "Don't worry, I am a professional in this industry. I have been doing this for decades and it's rather impossible to not satisfy your request." T