Rhea Ripley Makeup Novels & Stories

"Where is the Royal stylist? I need to give her a huge tip for this. She did splendid!" "Oh, she already left." "Huh, that early?" "Well, I asked her not to bother. And by the way, she wasn't the one who did any of this. I did it myself." A loud awkward silence fell between us with Rhea gaping at me like I just said something impossible. "What?!" She screeched, her eyes protruding in horror. I had to cover my ears so my eardrums wouldn't burst. "You did this all by yourself?! The makeup? The dress?"

Ava's mother as she gives a last stroke to her lashes. She is wearing an off-shoulder red tube crop top and matching skirt, on anyone it would look slutty, but Ava is carrying the dress with so much poise and elegance, that one may pass it off as a gala dress. Her hair is in waves and she has styled it in a half bun, some messy strays falling on her face are adding more beauty to her perfectly shaped face, and she has smokey eyes along with bold red lips, which I am sure is from her Fenty collection. She is a Rhianna fan, and no wonder her makeup kit is full of her makeup brand.

She couldn’t get the past beliefs out of her head and fresh ones paved their way in. Her eyes were red because of the disobedient tears that flowed out for hours before she found a motive to stop crying and encouraged herself with the words she heard last night. “Are you ready, ma?” Mia asked. “Yes,” Layla answered. She drew the little make-up kit closer and layered her face with a light powder. She applied a wine lip gloss on her lower lip and rubbed it with the upper lip until it spread. “We can go now.” Mia got down and opened the door. And Layla got down in a blinking long black gown.

Her face lit up my screen, my mind turning to goo. “Hey,” she smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears. She had a lot of makeup on for my liking, but nevertheless, still beautiful. “Hey, gorgeous,” her cheeks reddened at my compliment, but she rolled her eyes. Adorable. “Are you working alone?” I asked as Rylee set her phone on the holder. She was inside her room. When she stepped back, and I saw what she was wearing, my eyes narrowed to slits. “Yes.”

I bit my lip, wondering if I could tear it off after having some fun. “It’s crotchless,” she admitted, blushing again. “Fuck, you’re just as bad as me, aren’t you…” I teased my girl. “Come here.” Ripley walked towards me, looking fucking amazing. With every step towards me, she gained some confidence, and when she stood in front of me, she smiled at me with a sparkle in her eyes. “Good?” “Fucking perfect, Ley. You’re so beautiful. I think I will have to fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see just how fucking good you look.”

She then opened a drawer and pulled out a bag filled of make up and started on me. After talking random stuff, Aria was done with my make-up in ten minutes. "Check the mirror." she said putting the bag back into the drawer. I dared myself to look into the mirror and I gasped at what I saw. Was that really me? My lips were shining with a very thin layer of lip gloss and a light hint of mascara was on my eyelashes. A small dab of blush and a little sparkly eye shadowed pink heart on my left cheek completed the look. The heart was similar to Monster High's Draculaura.

She stepped back, hands on her hips, and let out a dramatic gasp. “Oh. My. God. Rhea. You look unreal,” she squealed, clapping her hands. “I’m such a genius. This makeup is perfection. You're soo pretty. No man is going to be able to take his eyes off you tonight. Sebastian is going to drop dead when he sees you.” I laughed, twirling once in front of the mirror. The dress swished beautifully around my legs. “You’re exaggerating, Addie.” “I’m not!” she insisted, fixing one last strand of my wavy chestnut hair. “You look like a goddess. Soft but expensive. Elegant but sexy. Trust me, bestie. You’re about to break necks tonight.”

Nathan and Noelle joined in, feeling the exhilaration of the moment as they howled at the moon with the pack. As Riella stepped into the grand hall, everyone's gaze turned towards her, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Her dress was a stunning masterpiece, adorned with intricate embroidery and shimmering jewels that caught the light and sparkled like stars. The soft fabric flowed down from her waist and trailed behind her as she walked, swaying with each graceful step she took. Riella's hair was pulled back into an elegant updo, with a few loose tendrils framing her delicate features. Her makeup was subtle yet flawless, accentuating her natural beauty. Her eyes, a mesmerizing sha

She knew that this upcoming gathering had the potential to bring a momentary respite and the much-needed comfort that Damon deserved. Riya meticulously put the finishing touches on her makeup, ensuring her appearance reflected a combination of effortless style and approachability. She wore a soft, comfortable hoodie that was one of her favorites, paired with well-fitted skinny jeans that accentuated her figure. Pulling her hair back into a high ponytail, she exuded a sense of confidence as she prepared for the day ahead.

The ghostly smile remained fixed behind her, just beyond the fogged barrier. Watching. Waiting. “Travis,” Lisa called out, soap still clinging to her lashes. “You’re lucky I don’t have any scissors.” Her voice echoed slightly in the tiled room. She blindly reached for the familiar green bottle of Palmolive and began massaging the thick lather into her face. The shower continued to hiss behind her, steam clinging to every surface like a second skin. Lisa’s fingers traced the curve of her jaw, then moved upward toward her forehead. And then—silence.