Rhea Ripley Makeup Novels & Stories

I don't know what made Lilyana, who previously seemed unenthusiastic, now start to get stronger again. The splash of water in the shower refreshes her. She closed her eyes, feeling the drops of water that then flowed all over her body. Half an hour later, Lilyana was ready with make-up on her face. Flawless make up with rosy red lipstick that adds a sexy impression to her. Not only that, she also straightened her hair. The hair is straight, but wavy at the ends. Lilyana was satisfied with the results of her makeup this morning, she looked so beautiful and enchanting especially with the plain red dress below the knee which had a cut to the thigh.

From the moment I had first met her, her hair had been messily dyed to resemble the hue of freshly spilled blood or a pint of vibrant red paint splattered across her head. Rylee's appearance was a striking display of her rebellious nature. Pierced brows, nose, ears, and even her lower lip adorned her face, while her hands were adorned with spiky, gold, and beaded bracelets, six out of her ten fingers ringed. Her piercings extended to her nipples and belly button as well, further emphasizing her bold and unconventional style.

As if they can hurt me. Once I finished my breakfast, I brushed my teeth and put a Mac “Sin” lipstick on the inner part of my lips to make it look natural. My mom and her makeup artist taught me how to wear makeup. My mother is the famous Aphrodite Calla Renaldi-Carpio. For her, beauty is everything.

Moriah asked. "Hi, I'm Riley, stylish at Crescent Fashion", she reached out knowing that Moriah was no snob. "Moriah here," she smiled and shook Riley's hand. "Renee, I don't like heavy makeup, I'm a doctor and I'm not in the habit of putting on makeup," Moriah said, heading to the dressing room. Renee and Riley followed suit. "Don't worry, it will only be a light makeup," Renee told her and let Moriah sit on the stool.

Except that when she looked back at the mirror, the same stranger stared back at her. What had they done with her? Her long hair was no longer that long. It was beautifully curled and reached a few centimeters above her waist. It looked shiny and golden and gave her an exotic look but Rhea suspected there was some dye which had been added to it. She had always hated dyeing her hair except that she must admit it looked quite exceptional and natural. Her face looked clean and she suspected that they must have bleached it or something. Even without any make-up, her skin looked smooth and creamy. She liked the transformation but she was still furious with Zoey for having meddled in her personal

I followed after him. “Everyone, this is Raleigh, she’s a journalist, the good kind. She’s here to discover our secrets including why we wear sweatpants to work. Be nice to her.” He said before leaving me standing before several pairs of curious eyes. “H-hey.” I said nervously. “What shade of lipstick is that? I’ve been experimenting with new makeup products and I think that that color and texture is divine.” Someone said, I turned to see a brunette grinning at me. “I’ll send you the link to the website. It’s thirty dollars. Expensive as fuck but so worth it. I don’t even need to blot it after application.” I replied.

"Why, hello, gorgeous." "Hmm..." Raeleigh blushed and walked over. She rarely wore makeup. It had been said that pregnant women shouldn't apply makeup to avoid accidentally consuming lipstick, which would in turn affect the baby's health. She would wipe it off whenever she was having the meal to prevent that from happening. Furthermore, she wanted to put on makeup, so that she could look more energetic. Of course, she was delighted at Jepherson's compliment. After saying that, Jepherson turned around and walked towards the door. Raeleigh was bemused for a moment, as she had expected a hug from him, but he straightaway left.

So she assumed Jeans was too casual. In the end, Ria opted in for a pair of black twill slacks and a plain white blouse with a banded collar and she paired it with black flats. She stood in front of the mirror and focused on her reflection. Ria powered her face, added a mascara on her long lashes and blush to her cheeks. All thanks to ma’am Elise, she has been able to learn fast on how to do a simple make up and do her hair.

Riele felt a flutter of nervousness as a makeup artist approached her, a warm smile on their face as they began to work their magic. The transformation was swift. First, her hair was styled, her makeup carefully applied, the foundation set just right. Riele had always appreciated the artistry that went into makeup, but there was something different about this time. It wasn’t just about looking good—it was about feeling powerful. She looked at herself in the mirror, the reflection staring back at her almost unfamiliar, but in a good way. “You’re going to look stunning out there,” the stylist assured her, offering a confident smile.

The door creaked open revealing a scene that I didn't anticipate. Much to my horror, Ria was half-naked from her waist up, taking pics of herself in sexy poses against the wall. And she was wearing makeup. Ria never wears makeup. When she caught sight of me, she became mortified and hurriedly grabbed a bathrobe. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like to you?" She responded coldly. I raised a brow, wondering why she was still mad at me for something that didn't directly affect her. "Are you sending that to a guy?"