Rhea Ripley Makeup Novels & Stories

Shay's POV The day for the beauty show interview finally came around, I called my hairdresser and my makeup artist home to help me get ready. After showing and clad in a bathroom robe they started to work on my hair and my makeup. Ryrie my hairdresser did my hair in a high ponytail and curled the edges of my hair, Kylie did my makeup and it was not too light but not too dark. It was just the right of makeup to make me look pretty for today. After getting my makeup and my hair ready, I put on my outfit which was a dark blue body con dress with thin straps that hugged my body like a second skin. I paired off the outfit with black stilettos and a silver clutch.

When she saw the serious expression on my face she quickly shut her mouth and looked at me to show she was listening. That is why I always thanked God for giving me such a wonderful best friend like Tiana who understood me very well. She was like my younger sister and I really cared for her. Right now I was also a bit worried about what she was going to think about me. "Tiana, I'm a half Vampire half Werewolf princess by the name Angelina Riana Rivera Wolfen." I said to her after taking a deep breath. To my utter amazement the girl just bust out laughing.

said Bella proudly " you look amazing dear" said Kaya " I must say I really didn't expect you to actually know how to do makeup" said Bella " thanks mom" sarcasticly said Celea Celea than went to the long mirror on the wall to look at the finished look " wow, I look amazing " said Celea after watching herself in the mirror her black long hair was let open it fell down the waves made it look like a waterfall she had simple makeup wich consists of a small, thin eyeliner wing, mascara some silvery glitter eye shadow, blush and rosy lip gloss

Though I was the person featured in every photo, I had never even known they existed. My photos cause a frenzy online. "Holy crap, this is insane!" "Is this real? I like Scott. He doesn't seem like that kind of person. Is this some publicity stunt?" "Don't defend him. He's clearly a pro. The photos aren't fake." "How disgusting. I'm gonna throw up." I scrolled through page after page of vile comments, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

We did not want to risk anyone looking too closely as to what made things different. “Voilà,” I said and turned Rhea towards the mirror. She gasped when she saw herself, eyes widening as she took in her entire look. This look definitely suited her quite well. A pair of black skinny jeans with rips along her thighs. It was paired with a silver long-sleeve blouse that had cutouts on her shoulders and perfectly fit her curves. Hair was styled in waves and hung down her back. Makeup was kept simple. Black eyeliner, mascara, a smokey eye that made her seafoam eyes pop, and a simple gloss.

Clement laughed so hard that he even clutched his stomach. Likewise with his other friends, Janice and Armand. Even the terrifying figure in front of him started laughing too 'Shit. They got me good, huh?’ Havi makes a fist. Now he knows that they are pranking him. "Oh my gosh! I didn't think you would be this scared. I'm so sorry, kid." Said the figure in front of him while removing the hair-shaped mask from her head. The figure laughed. Ah no, she was no longer a mysterious figure, but a woman whose human features were clearly visible. There is a nose, eyes, lips, and cheeks.

She ruffled my hair and I swatted her hand away, making us chuckle. Just then, Rhea came into the room, already dressed in ripped shorts that were exposing her ass cheeks and a crop top with a low neck, revealing her generous cleavage. Her feet were adorned in seven-inch killer heels. Her wavy blond hair was parted in the middle while it dropped to her shoulders. She was done with her makeup already and looked ravishing. Trinity wolf-whistled on seeing her, making us chuckle. "Why are you girls not dressed?". Rhea inquired with furrowed brows.

he replied flatly, again not looking at Rhea at all. But I know, this is his way of showing off his power and ensuring that I have no way to escape this wedding. Smith, the eccentric makeup artist, immediately grabbed my arm. "Come on, Miss Rhea. Let's focus on our mission. Your skin ... ah, it's like porcelain! But your hair, honey, it's a morning disaster we need to address immediately! " Before I could protest, I was pulled and seated on a high chair in front of a large mirror.

“You’re ridiculous.” “And you’re in denial,” she shot back, plopping onto my desk chair and spinning dramatically. “But don’t worry, because I, Rhea Moreau—certified hype woman and stylist extraordinaire—am going to make sure you ace this. We’ll rehearse answers, we’ll try out different outfits, we’ll manifest. Bella, we are going to manifest so hard they’ll have no choice but to hire you.” Rhea rolled over and poked me in the ribs. “So, what are you going to wear?”

"Not a special relationship. Just work. But, Rhea, I'm sorry. I really have to go because he's picking me up in two hours." "Wait! I'll come over and help you get ready." She ended the call, and I quickly cleaned myself up. Soon, Rhea was at the door with a big bag that made me gasp. I'd forgotten that an artist's creativity wasn't just confined to a canvas. "For now, your beautiful face is my canvas. Are you ready?" Rhea said, and started applying various beauty products I couldn't even name. She was used to this, while I only knew moisturizer, cushion, and lipstick. Maybe that's why I didn't seem attractive to men—I was never good at makeup.